Sarah gives me an invitation

Her limbs gradually started to relax and so did her internal muscles, allowing me to give her more tender, but continuous strokes to her spot. As her body was relaxing, I didn’t have to lean on her to keep her in place. She was panting as I bent down and sucked some of her flowing juices into my mouth. She tasted so sweet. She moaned out between breaths, as I sucked, “Ahhhh, Paul. That…feels so….good.” while she jerked against my face. I lifted my head and looked at Sarah. Her body was slick with sweat. Her hair was tangled and damp. She was “coming down”, and I needed to stimulate her more to keep her orgasm continuing. She had been cumming non-stop for nearly an hour. “Tell me what you want, Sarah,” I urged. “I want to make you feel even better. How can I do that?” I asked. She had started arching her ass, pushing her pussy and clit onto my finger and my hand as she kept cumming. She didn’t speak, but she reached back with her hands and spread her cheeks, opening her hole to me. I knew what she wanted, so I lubricated the fingers from my other hand with her fluids. “OK, baby. Let me get you ready,” I said as I circled her hole with the liquid, lubricating the area. I dipped my fingers into the fluid pouring from her vagina and then I accepted Sarah’s invitation and slid my finger in.

Sarah cried out, “Yes, Paul….Yesssssss,” as she squirmed onto my finger, and I pushed more deeply into her. I started sliding my finger in and out the full length of her canal. “Ohhhhh…deeper…DEEPER,” she shouted. She still held her cheeks apart as her mounds bounced and jiggled while she lifted and separated her cheeks as she jerked her hips. I stretched my finger into her as deep as I could, then I started pumping it in and out quicly. I never quit “making love” to Sarah’s G-spot; it was larger than I had ever felt it be. She was trying to move away from my stimulating fingers while alternately trying to maintain contact with them. I wrapped my legs around hers, restricting her movements. “Stay here with me, Sarah. Doesn’t it feel good? Don’t you want this to go on and on and on?” I asked demandingly. She couldn’t answer, but every inch of her body was quivering or jerking as if she was receiving electrical charges continually. She was crying out with and odd mixture of sounds that seemed half pain and half ecstasy. “Do you want me to stop, Sarah? Have you had enough?” I had to ask her several times if she wanted me to stop before she screamed out, “Nnnooooooo” in a raspy voice.