Sensitive Research Ch. 04

I watched as her large breasts heaved up and down on her chest as she was struggling to catch her breath. Her breathing finally began to slow, and she opened her eyes and smiled at me. She looked down at her pussy, and as I followed her eyes, I saw a large wet spot in front of it on the couch. She pointed to her thighs, both of which were coated with a sheen, one that I was not sure was from her pussy, from sweat, or both. "Clean me up, baby," she ordered.

I leaned forward again and used my tongue to lave each thigh, one at a time. As I did so, she ran her fingers through my fair, encouraging me on, until she was satisfied with my ministrations, and pushed me back once again.

"Not bad for the first time," she said, still smiling at me.