Sarah masturbates while I watch

Sarah's fingers left her breasts, travelled down her stomach to her mound and started rubbing it vigorously; periodically she dipped a fingertip against the sensitive bundle just inside her lips, teasing it ever so slightly. She poured some oil into her palm, opened herself to further exploration, and sensuously started the process. Her eyes began to glaze over as her fingers plunged deeper inside, reaching for the spot that she loved to have touched. She lifted herselfup on her knees slightly. I could tell by the look on her face when she had found it. “Ahhh…Unngghh,” she cried out as she reached in deeper and slammed her pussy down onto her fingers. She rose up and down over and over, with her fingers buried deep inside of her. Her breasts were swinging so fast that I was sure it must've been uncomfortable, given their size. Her body shined with a combination of oil, perspiration, and the golden flecks she was dusted with. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back slightly. With each downward movement of her hips and each inward thrust of her fingers she groaned, “Unnghh…Unnghh…Unnghh.” I saw her thumb reaching upward and burying into her clit; the rest of her fingers on her hand had been sucked inside.

Sarah began to cry out, “Yes…. Ohhhhh, yes!!” Her other hand was spread against the rug. She needed it to steady herself. Her knees were frantically opening and closing, as she rose and fell rapidly. She was breathing so fast I was afraid she was going to pass out. Her mouth was open in the shape of an “O”. The sound of her wetness excited me even more and her scent permeated the air. I was stroking my cock as I watched her. She had never masturbated for me like this before! Now I knew why she said she were going to entertain me. Once again, she was a magnificent lover; even to her body. Suddenly her hand stopped moving and she was clutching your pussy tightly with it. She sat straight up, rose up high on her legs and took a tremendous plunge down onto her fingers and screamed out, “Oh, god, I’m… I’m cummmminnnngggg!” Sarah lay back panting and convulsing. The hand that was steadying her was rubbing just above her quivering mound, as her abdomen trembled through her orgasm. Her breasts looked like giant bowls of jello as she shivered and shook. It was as if she was experiencing an internal earthquake.

I sat quietly, waiting for her to recover. I stroke myself slowly, envying her release. Her fingers were still inside of her as her breathing began to slow, and she moistened her lips as she closed her mouth. Her eyelashes started to flutter, and I saw that she began to gently finger yourself, again. It was so hard; she wanted to experience that feeling again, but she had come down too much to start climbing again. I didn’t tell her, but soon I would help her to cum over and over again, without breaking the cycle.

Before long, she took a deep breath and lazily opened her eyes, spreading herself more as she simultaneously removed her fingers. They were soaked, and her cum flowed freely from her vagina, matting the rug beneath her. I knew that Sarah could focus on what I was saying, so I spoke, “That was amazing, Sarah. I’ve never seen masturbation give such utter satisfaction. You’ve made me hard, again, my love. What power you have over me.”

She stretched her legs in front of her and opened yourself unbelievably wide and offered yourself in a low, sexy voice, “Come and enjoy, my darling.”

I slithered over the pillows and began by lapping at your moist, inner thighs, caressing them with my tongue, lips, and hands. I couldn’t stay away from the source of her fragrance. Soon, I was tonguing her; scooping every drop of her sweetness that I could. “Oh god, Sarah,” I moaned, “You taste and smell soooo wonderful.” Quickly I returned to the site of my satisfaction.