A g-string and nipple tassels

Adela leads you to the bedroom with a practiced strut. Once there, she drops her dress, revealing skimpy red g-string and heart shape tassels that covered her nipples. Upon moving closer to her, you notice that the nipple covers look like their made of miniature roses.

"Those are cute." You say.

"Well, I wore them for you, so I'm glad you liked them."

"Oh, I love them."

You then share a kiss with Adela, before asking "No butt plug?"

"Uhh, thought it might get in the way if I needed to go poo."

"Oh... Right."

The two of you share a chuckle before Adela bites her lip. "I can put one in if you want?"

"Eh, fuck it."

You then push Adela onto the bed and remove your shirt. Then get down on your knees and pull her thong to the side. Finally, you begin licking her slit, to which she says "Ohh... Thank you Sir."

Your practiced tongue heads for her clit, turning her purrs into moans. Moans that have your cock stiffening. In spite of your own urges, you continue to focus on Adela, sinking two fingers into her wetness. As you continue to work your magic on Adela, her hands grasp the edge of the mattress. Then her legs begin to feel that familiar tremble that soon transforms into a full-blown spasm.

Whilst she catches her breath, you remove your pants. With your cock free, you push Adela down onto her back, and throw her legs onto your shoulder. You then press your cock inside of her craving channel, making Adela moan. As you plow her, you watch her tassels bounce with her breasts. For a few seconds, Adela just lays there, indulging in every thrust you give.

"Ohh... Thank you Sir." She coos.

Her hand then meets with her clit, and rubs away. The following crescendo of passionate cries has you pistioning faster and faster until you push her over the edge and into a body-shaking climax. Whilst her body quakes, you take a second to catch your breath and admire your handiwork. When she calms down, Adela asks "Are you close Sir?"

"Yeah. Can you blame me?"

"Heh. Not at all." She then sits upright. "Can I finish you off?"

"Be my guest."

Adela grips your throbbing shaft and then wraps her lips around the tip. Her tongue swirls around said tip as her hand strokes with vigor.

"Ohh... I wanna cum on your face."

Her lips leave your cock. "Anything you wha-"

Right then and there, you blow your load. Adela winces as the unexpected blast coats her face, from hair to chin.

"Oh shit... Sorry." You gasp.

"It's okay..." Adela looks to you, smiling with her cum-covered lips. "Happens to the best of us, Sir."