Misty’s Kissable Tummy
Yep, show it off girl. Show me that tummy and make me cry. It’s not a hardcore six-pack, but there’s enough definition there to let us know she’s in shape and athletic. Cute little bellybutton, notice no bellybutton ring. Nothing to obscure the view man.
You nibble up her tummy, circling with your lips and tongue. Misty is breathless, impatient. You grip her thighs, massaging and kneading her muscles as you tease her with your mouth. She pushes down on your head but you refuse, making her ache with longing. You move over between her legs and cradle her bottom with your arms as you continue to make love to her stomach. She casts one leg over your back, hooking it around you to try and pull you in closer.
You slide your fingers beneath the edge of her panties and tug them downwards. She arches her hips to allow them to clear her round buttocks. You can smell her wetness. As your mouth moves down lower over her landing strip, you feel a quiver in her body, a sexual energy that longs for release. You move even lower between her parted thighs, and she moans…