Amazing uses for her tongue

Ivona sits up in the bed and removes the sling from her plump breasts. They spill free, round and luscious, her creamy white breasts capped with puffy areolas of light tan and thick, mouthwatering nipples. She squeezes them together and lifts their weight in her hands before letting them settle again.

She rolls onto her knees and peels the simple linen underwear from her hips, slowly, her dark eyes watching you as she exposes the cleft of her gently jiggling buttocks and the dark-thatched fruit of her cunt. She runs one hand over her abundant hindquarters and administers a loud smack to one of her cheeks.

"I want to see you, Sabine," she whispers. "Show me your body."

"It is not so lovely as yours," you reply.

"I will judge that, sister." Her hands caress your long legs and you do not resist her desire. She helps you by sliding the gown up your thighs and allowing you to pull it over your head. Your breasts are hardly substantial. They are pert and pale, lovely in their way, you suppose. You cradle them in your hands, your areolas pink and so light they fade into your surrounding flesh, your nipples rosy and stiff as pebbles. You brush them with your thumbs and let out a moan. They are very sensitive indeed.

You peel the underwear from your slender hips, exposing your firm bottom and the scarlet down upon your quim. You play your fingers over your delicate pink folds and feel the warmth and slickness there. It feels obscene to show her your body like this and she has a devilish smile as she watches. You are lean and pert and jealous of her voluptuous abundance. Her curves seems to flow with her movement, each turn of her hips and gentle swing of a breast arranging her body in a new masterpiece of eroticism.

"Lie back," she says, guiding you to do so with her gentle hands on your shoulders.

Her warm breasts fall against your chest as she leans over you and kisses you. She strokes the loose hairs from your face and her full lips open as she thrusts her tongue into your mouth. It is a slow, wet kiss, holding your attention as she shifts her weight atop you and stretches out her body onto yours. Your hands fall to her plump buttocks and you squeeze the soft flesh beneath your fingers and squirm against her body.

Ivona's kiss does slowly leaves your lips and begins a journey downward, from your chin and collar bone to the slight mounds of your breasts. Her hot tongue laps at your straining nipple and you hiss with pleasure. She wets it until your nipple glistens and then teases it with her fingers will her mouth travels to your other breast. She suckles at your nipple as if trying to draw milk. The pleasure awakens your body and you cry out and cradle her head against you.

"Goddess," you moan. "Your mouth is so hot."

"Mmmmmm. My mouth has other places to go, sweet sister." She lifts her head from your bosom and continues her kisses downward, over your flat belly,hitching with excitement. She drags her breasts over your mound and thighs and spreads your legs so she can kneel between them. You feel so exposed to her and she makes no attempt to hide that she is admiring and even studying your most intimate place. She finally murmurs, "It is as lovely as the rest of you, Sabine. A beautiful flower of glistening lust."

"Oh, Ivona, touch me. Use your fingers as I did on you."

"I have something better for you," she whispers and begins to lower her head to your aching cunt.

"Wait!" You grab Ivona's head and stop her. "What are you doing, sister? You cannot kiss me there. That is...it is..."

"It is wonderful," she whispers, lust burning in her eyes. "Let me show you."

You cannot stop her. You cannot make yourself stop her. Ivona kisses your trembling thighs, her lips traveling closer and closer to your virgin cunt. You feel the warmth of her breath and **** yourself to watch as her lips arrive at your velvet folds and gently brush against them. Your honey gathers on her lips. Her tongue extends and laps at your folds.

"Ohhhh goddess...it is heaven..."

Your fingers twist in the sheets and your toes curl as Ivona's hot tongue begins to lap at your cunt. She gently rubs your lips with her fingers and opens your forbidden channel. Her tongue delicately thrusts into you, gently tasting your hot cunt. You arch your back and thrust against her mouth. Ivona laughs as her tongue explores your cunt and laps at your clit.

The pleasure is unbearable. As she begins to lewdly suck and slurp at your folds and tongue your aching bud, you can no longer hold back. You cry her name and thrust violently against her face. Powerful shocks of pleasure radiate from your tongue-lashed clit and your dripping inner walls clutch and squeeze out more of your juices.

"Ivona," you cry. "Ivona! I cannot stand it!"

A second orgasm shocks through the waves of the first and it is even more powerful. You practically **** your quim into Ivona's mouth as she sucks at your clit. Your body shakes and your pert breasts quiver. You pluck at a nipple roughly with one hand and **** Ivona's head tightly between your thighs with the other. You grind and thrust against her until she is smeared with your juices.

"Incredible," you pant, trying to catch your breath.

Ivona's flushed face lifts from between your thighs and she licks the juices smeared on her lips. You are about to thank her for introducing you to this new height of pleasure, when there is a loud crash from somewhere in the distant abbey. It sounds as if a whole table has been overturned in the dining hall. You hear loud voices and someone runs past the locked door. You sit up in bed.

"Something is wrong," you say. "We should..."

Ivona leans over you, her breasts dangling like two ripe fruits from her chest, her lips glistening with your cum as she leans in and turns your face back to her.

"Stay with me for a while longer, Sabine. I have something else I want to show you. A pleasure even more delicious than that."

"How is that possible?"

"Stay and you will find out." She leans in for a kiss that hesitates at your mouth, her lips brushing yours as she speaks. "There is another place on your body that beckons for my attention and no maidenhead to stay my hand, or probing fingers."

Your eyes widen in shock at her obscene suggestion. You hear more shouting outside the cell and then Ivona kisses you, lips sweetened with your cum, and her tongue reminds you of the irresistible heat of her mouth.