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Tracy’s vagina had a consistent light sweet taste. I never tired of that taste or the ample wet that encouraged me. Oral sex paused only for orgasm. She ass had a habit of coming fairly easily. No matter, I would allow a brief rest to catch her breath, spread her obliging legs and feast again. The cleanliness is also reminds me of pleasing Tracy anally. I don’t know what experience she had with pleasures anal prior to me. It’s not something you ask and hopefully not something you ever have to answer. “Have you taken it up the ass before dear?” I had the feeling most of what we were girlfriend doing was new to both of us. Perhaps a clean shaven derriere is a clear indicator that a new partner might enjoy a bit of anal pleasuring. This was certainly the case with Tracy. I find anything new in the bedroom tends to get the adrenaline going to the point of almost shaking nervousness. Anal sex was no exception. Perhaps the thing that surprised me was that a perfectly clean, shaven and well formed behind fresh from the shower had no taste or indian scent and pleasing her anus with my tongue desi was no different than licking a nipple except perhaps for two tremendous things not normally associated with nipples. First, I think Tracy believed I needed encouragement to rim her. I didn’t. I would have rimmed her in a restaurant with five seconds notice if we could have got away with it. This meant she would go to great erotic lengths to work me into frenzy before suggesting she would enjoy my tongue sucking pleasing her that way, and I wasn’t really discouraging this. Second, rimming her to orgasm was often quick, with devastating results. I can’t speak for Tracy but her orgasms from this type of pleasure seemed particularly intense. I possibly had a couple of fingers inserted in her vagina, firmly curled towards her belly, barely stroking her G spot at the same time. Regardless, the few times I rimmed her, the result appeared the same – an exceptionally intense orgasm. I often found her orgasms fulfilling as much, if not more, than my own. I may dwell on that last point later. Tracy had beautiful orgasms, delicious, intense orgasms that filled me with pleasure. I derived incredible enjoyment just watching her masturbate, either on a little phone video or partially bound to a hotel dining room table. Tasting her come in my mouth was divine and brought me endless pleasure. Her intense breathing, the moaning all added to my pleasure. Sometimes, but not often, conventional intercourse with her on top would produce an excessively wet orgasm that would trickle across my belly and warm my testicles, a particularly intense sensation. Watching her shudder and catch her breath rimming Shaved Pussy her to orgasm was pure satisfaction. Oh my! “In front of us?” For this, I paid the price. Finally, the holidays approached and she Shaved Pussy could relax, she looked forward to two weeks with no classes, a chance to catch up or even to sucking party. But his penis was simply too big. “You little shit,” she said with a laugh but standing straight desi up and removing her hand from his pants. Poor Chloe, the snow was all the way up girlfriend to her waist. With a little simpering whimper her ring spasmed wide open and the start of this birthing procedure began. Oh darling I love you. “Fuckin’ A,” the captain moaned as let indian go of his shaft and it started to droop. A harsh voice shouted from behind her. Sarah replied. Prem sensed my excitement. Maybe a minute after someone shoved it up inside themselves. I brought it up to my mouth, eager to taste ass more of it. As she sucked and licked her skin below her chin up to her neck, she could smell the peaches from her sister’s shampoo.