I could only hear a mumble from the lips that were pressing into me.
“Thanks for all of this.”
When I put my lips back into her p***y I felt the first flood of her orgasm.
She was cleaning up after a long lunch; I was in the living room with a coffee watching her. I had made the decision when we were lying with our faces pressed into each other but I was smart enough to know that I would probably change my mind after the last traces of my orgasm. I hadn’t, but as we dressed and as I sexually sobered up I was still afraid I might. An hour later when I hadn’t I was sure I wanted it, and I was equally certain it would be good for me. But still I was trying to hold off the announcement but finally I couldn’t any more.
She was at the computer, downloading the pictures from her camera.
“Are
