Does she like (being) finger food?

I kiss my way down Rachel’s jawline to her ear. I explore her ear with my tongue, tracing the various folds with the tip, and nibble gently on her earlobe. She shivers and shudders against me, and I murmur, “It will be a mutual effort.” She moans softly, hooks her thumbs into the waistband of my boxers, and sends them and my pants swiftly to the floor.

As I step out of my pants and kick them aside, I turn Rachel around and pull her into me. My hands capture her huge satin-covered peaks and are delighted to find that their thick little summits are clearly outlined through the smooth fabric. I kiss my way down the side of her neck to the juncture with her shoulder, then around to the back of her neck and down between her shoulder blades, before coming back up. My hands roam freely over her tits, passing again and again from satin lingerie to silken skin and back. I caress them with my fingertips and fondle them with my whole hands, now with a feather-light touch, now pressing firmly into her supple titflesh. I tease her nipples with my fingertips, rub them with my fingers and palms, and flick them with my thumbs. I can’t really pinch them through the satin, since there’s no friction, but I do the next best thing and feel them pop from my grip. Rachel grinds her bare ass against my naked shaft and moans, “Baby, your hands on my tits are making me so horny—you’re making me so fucking wet—ooooooooh, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, play with my nipples more, it’s going right to my wet little pussy. Ohhhhh, Andrew, what you do to me . . .”

“Loosen the laces,” I tell her. Rachel moans softly and does as I wish, and I slip one hand under the satin to cup her huge tit. I drop the other to her pussy and begin stroking her through the lace mesh of her panties, teasing the edges of her big inner lips. She moans louder and wriggles against me as I capture her big titbud and roll it against my thumb, then gasps when I slide my hand into her panties and dip a finger into her slit. As I part her inner lips, I enjoy her wetness. I slide two more fingers down the outsides of her inner lips and stroke up and down her twat, caressing and lightly squeezing her inner lips as I go.

“Fuck, baby,” Rachel moans, “you’ve got me so hot—play with my tits, pinch my nipples—fuck, Andrew, your hand feels good in my little pussy. I need—I need—” With two quick motions, she unclips the sides of her G-string, then pulls it out and tosses it aside. “Play with my pussy . . . Please, Andrew, fuck me with your fingers. You’re making me so, so so fucking horny—just don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” I curl my hand around her quim and push two fingers slowly into her honeypot; that stretches her tight opening, and she cries out as I force my way in, but soon is moaning encouragement as I tease her G-spot. When I reach up with my thumb and rub her love button, her hips buck and jerk. “Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuck, baby—I’m so close—so close—I’m cumming—I’m—” She throws back her head and screams as her body goes berserk, her orgasm scrambling all her signals and overloading all her circuits at once. Her cunt walls seize my fingers in a velvet vise while she writhes and bucks in my arms.