I had been massaging an established and very simpatico play-partner. There was an intense evening rainfall, and she had a window cracked. The sound of rain always heightens these experiences - it's mysterious to me. I would typically go to her house, massage her in her dungeon for about 90 minutes, the both of us getting more and more intensely aroused. We edged even EDGING ITSELF. I love to arouse her to the point that pussy screams for touch. It has made for some heady encounters over the years we've been acquainted.

It was usually the case that she became so completely soaked, her pinker-than-pink pussy so sensitive and engorged, eating her out and using my hands in all sorts of delicious ways, that making her cum over and over was like an extraordinarily potent drug.

She had just cum for the upteenth time that evening when she asked if she could change positions and sit on my face. My hands and face were glistening from her grooly juices - I said "please!" I grabbed one of her thick, soft thighs with a firm grip, and she settled down while I began drowning in her pussy.

My hands were soaked, as I said, so I began stroking myself, edging and just feeling my dick gettingly gloriously harder. A few minutes pass when my lover suddenly pulls away from my face and gasps as she convulses upwards and scores a squirty direct hit on my dick. A wet bull's-eye arcing across my torso, now trickling down my dick.

Staring into my lust-mad eyes, she scooched her way down and crouched over me. I held my dick and began rubbing my glans between her lips. She groaned a bit and reached down to grab me, positioned herself, and I lost my mind as my dick disappeared into what could have been the hottest, wettest, most beautiful pussy on planet Earth that evening.