Time to play

You’re standing, stepping towards her. Your left arm reaches round her back and pulls her towards you. Your right hand reaches out to feel the immaculate softness of her left breast. Your mouth descends on her mouth, savouring the flavour of her lips, feeling her tongue flicker out.

Your thumb flicks her nipple as you continue to knead her breast. You reach out and pinch it between thumb and finger. She shudders when you do, and moans into your mouth. You kiss her harder, thrusting your tongue into her depths.

Your right hand leaves her breasts and descends to her groin. You can feel the wet spot on her knickers has grown. You push the fabric aside and run your fingers across the folds of her pussy. They are slick with her arousal. You push them aside to play with the nub of her clit, flicking it expertly. She moans and whimpers into your mouth as you play.

When you pull back slightly, you can see the deep lust in her eyes. You bring your finger to your mouth and lick it, tasting her juices on it. Wow. You can identify every member of the household by the taste of their pussy, a wide range of tastes, but Belka’s is something different. Her juices are almost sweet. They’re intoxicating.

“I’ve got to taste this.”

You guide her back into the chair and kneel before her. Then you slide her knickers off to reveal her gorgeous naked slit, shaved clean. The aroma of her excitement hits you. You dive forward. Your tongue laps at her folds, circling her hole, savouring her taste. It slips in. She moans. You can’t get enough of her juices. So sweet. So juicy. As you lap away your left hand rubs her mound, exciting her clit, stimulating more juices out of her. Until she breaks into an orgasm. Her whole body spasms. A small squirt jets out, that you lap at greedily.

You weren’t intending to get her off orally, but you couldn’t help yourself. You could spend all day eating her out, but there are other parts of your body that are **** for her attention.

“You are going to be very popular,” you tell her. The girls play with each other more than they play with you. It’s a simple matter of mathematics. There’s one of you. There’s nine of them. “I think it’s time you pleasure me.”

You step back towards the large chair, undoing your trousers as you do. You slide them and your underpants off and place them on the desk. You sit down. With a finger you beckon towards her.