Pleasure Jeyne

"Of course, but first, let me do something for you."

Her dress laced at the front, you begin to untie the threads holding it together, whilst continuing to kiss her neck.

Once untied, you trail kisses down her collarbone, across the crevasse between her gorgeous, brassiered tits, past her navel to her drawers. They smell of excitement and you can see a damp spot growing atop her pussy.

You kiss her inner thighs as you slowly remove her undergarments, to reveal a cunt with a neatly kept bush above it. Her mound is a deeper red than the hair on her head, and your erection pushes painfully against your trousers.

Your kisses on her thighs creep higher, until you reach her cunt, where you plant a soft, lingering, kiss on her clit before nipping your tongue on top of it. You tongue licks the length of her pussy, and you look up. She's watching you, a perpetual 'o' on her face from the pleasure. Her wetness has intensified, and her pussy lips pry apart with smacking noises that are intensified by your wet tongue that rides up and down on her lips. She tastes musky, a sweet, somewhat tangy taste with a hint of sweat.

Her hand reaches down and pulls your face closer to her clit. You suck on it. Her head flops down on to the pillow of snow as the pleasure becomes heightened. She begins shaking, a low, constant quivering as she nears her orgasm.