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reached down to tug the bustier from her hold on it. Sharice let the bustier slip through her fingers and fall to the floor.
Elias lost his breath at the perfection in front of him. Even though she was tall, he likened her to Venus. Her breasts were full and high, her nipples a dark chocolate against her cinnamon skin, her waist tapered and tiny. The green paint on her didn’t distract him from her beauty. He probably would have found this comical if he wasn’t so enraptured with her.
Sharice’s nipples were rock hard. She began to raise her arms to cover herself from his avid gaze.
“No, don’t,” he said huskily. “Keep your arms where they are.” Reaching out, he flicked and caressed one of the hardened tips. Sharice shivered at his touch.
“You are so beautiful, Sharice. Don’t hide them from me—they show me you want me just as much as I want you.” He glanced up and saw the truth in her eyes.
“Where is the zipper to your skirt? I want to see all of you; I want to see and touch and taste all your desire for me. Then I’m going to fuck you so you feel every inch of my desire for you,” he said gutturally.
“Where is the zipper?” he demanded again. He was about to tear the skirt off her, when she reached to the side and flipped aside a piece of thin black cloth. Pulling down the zipper, she shimmied out of the skirt and let it pool at her feet.
He took in a deep breath at the sight of the rest of her. Her stomach was flat with a slight curve at the bottom; her narrow waist flared at the hips, trailing down to long, toned legs. Her luscious form was intoxicating.
Elias could feel his hands trembling with the need to touch her. He approached and bent to his knees, lifting one of her legs to pull the skirt off her. He moved his hands to rest on her hips and leaned in to kiss her belly. She shivered at his touch.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? For you?” He gazed up into her eyes to see desire and uncertainty reflected there. She shook her head in response.
“Tell me. I need to hear the words. Tell me I’m not alone in this, Sharice. Tell me you want me too.”
“Elias, I want you too, but—” she whispered.
Before she could finish her sentence, he reached for her thong and ripped it off her body, displaying her hidden treasure.
“I don’t want to listen to anything else from you except how much you need me and need me to fuck you. Open your legs for me so I can taste your sweet nectar; the scent of you is calling to me.”
Sharice leaned back against the chair and spread her legs for him, but she still tried to make him see reason. “Elias, I—”
He paid no attention to her and swooped in to take a taste of her wet pussy. Her need for him glistened on her labia and coated the tops of her thighs.
He bent low and licked the taste of her off her thighs before going in for his treat. She tasted divine on his tongue, and he wanted more.
His thumbs separated her lips to show the pink, glistening tissue inside. He ran his tongue along her lips; she reached down and grasped his hair in a tight grip and thrust her cunt into his face for more of his attention. Elias was happy to oblige. He lapped at her juices and then sucked her pussy lips into his mouth. Her erect nub was also seeking his attention, and he rubbed his thumb back and forth over it.
Sharice began to sigh and moan. “Elias, please, you feel so good, please...please.”
Answering her call of need, he thrust his tongue into her and curled it along her tight passage. She pulled harder on his hair, whimpering as he went wild and began to eat her nectar in earnest, sucking, licking, nipping at her. Sharice’s excitement began to flow, running down his chin and along her thighs.
Pulling his face away, he entered her with his finger. Her tight walls greedily sucked his finger in. Her taut cunt was ravenous for more, and he pushed another finger into her. They both groaned at the feel of him stretching her. Her
Elias lost his breath at the perfection in front of him. Even though she was tall, he likened her to Venus. Her breasts were full and high, her nipples a dark chocolate against her cinnamon skin, her waist tapered and tiny. The green paint on her didn’t distract him from her beauty. He probably would have found this comical if he wasn’t so enraptured with her.
Sharice’s nipples were rock hard. She began to raise her arms to cover herself from his avid gaze.
“No, don’t,” he said huskily. “Keep your arms where they are.” Reaching out, he flicked and caressed one of the hardened tips. Sharice shivered at his touch.
“You are so beautiful, Sharice. Don’t hide them from me—they show me you want me just as much as I want you.” He glanced up and saw the truth in her eyes.
“Where is the zipper to your skirt? I want to see all of you; I want to see and touch and taste all your desire for me. Then I’m going to fuck you so you feel every inch of my desire for you,” he said gutturally.
“Where is the zipper?” he demanded again. He was about to tear the skirt off her, when she reached to the side and flipped aside a piece of thin black cloth. Pulling down the zipper, she shimmied out of the skirt and let it pool at her feet.
He took in a deep breath at the sight of the rest of her. Her stomach was flat with a slight curve at the bottom; her narrow waist flared at the hips, trailing down to long, toned legs. Her luscious form was intoxicating.
Elias could feel his hands trembling with the need to touch her. He approached and bent to his knees, lifting one of her legs to pull the skirt off her. He moved his hands to rest on her hips and leaned in to kiss her belly. She shivered at his touch.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? For you?” He gazed up into her eyes to see desire and uncertainty reflected there. She shook her head in response.
“Tell me. I need to hear the words. Tell me I’m not alone in this, Sharice. Tell me you want me too.”
“Elias, I want you too, but—” she whispered.
Before she could finish her sentence, he reached for her thong and ripped it off her body, displaying her hidden treasure.
“I don’t want to listen to anything else from you except how much you need me and need me to fuck you. Open your legs for me so I can taste your sweet nectar; the scent of you is calling to me.”
Sharice leaned back against the chair and spread her legs for him, but she still tried to make him see reason. “Elias, I—”
He paid no attention to her and swooped in to take a taste of her wet pussy. Her need for him glistened on her labia and coated the tops of her thighs.
He bent low and licked the taste of her off her thighs before going in for his treat. She tasted divine on his tongue, and he wanted more.
His thumbs separated her lips to show the pink, glistening tissue inside. He ran his tongue along her lips; she reached down and grasped his hair in a tight grip and thrust her cunt into his face for more of his attention. Elias was happy to oblige. He lapped at her juices and then sucked her pussy lips into his mouth. Her erect nub was also seeking his attention, and he rubbed his thumb back and forth over it.
Sharice began to sigh and moan. “Elias, please, you feel so good, please...please.”
Answering her call of need, he thrust his tongue into her and curled it along her tight passage. She pulled harder on his hair, whimpering as he went wild and began to eat her nectar in earnest, sucking, licking, nipping at her. Sharice’s excitement began to flow, running down his chin and along her thighs.
Pulling his face away, he entered her with his finger. Her tight walls greedily sucked his finger in. Her taut cunt was ravenous for more, and he pushed another finger into her. They both groaned at the feel of him stretching her. Her