The butterflies dance in my stomach while the inferno heats up below. The flames grow higher until each butterfly is diving straight for the secret sp...t, wings afire, all of them. The hard bite on my lower lip causes a gasp then a moan to escape. I can feel the blood rushing through my body as your tongue licks over my lips. I feel them swell and my legs part unconsciously. My hands follow a will of their own and I could not stop now if I wanted to.I find myself tugging at your shirt. All I can. Pulling the gusset aside I begin to rub the head of my dick against your vulva and clit. My dick is soon covered in your juice, and your clit keeps threatening to actually slide into the opening at the tip of my dick.Slightly lowering my penis, I push forward until the head of my dick is inside you. As I fuck you with just the head, I run it around your smoothly shaved hole. Your juice continues to seep out and down your thighs. When I can feel your juice on my own legs, I step back. Looking at. She disappeared for a moment, and when she returned, she was carrying a bottle of white wine. She arranged a towel like a coffer dam around my dick and abdomen and used the wine to rinse me. As raw as my cock still was, the sensation stung and then tingled.And then the tingling got serious - because June climbed up on the bed, knelt between my legs and started lightly sucking my limp schlong. Slowly, gently, she worked my dick in and out of the plush welcome of her hot, sweet mouth and soft. Our skins slapped with force and I practically put her through the wall on one hard thrust. No doubt I was going to cum again. She was so hot and so horny. And so fucking tight. Her legs and arms exhausted, she rolled to her back and lifted her legsover my shoulders. Her pussy opened up like one of her blossoming flowers on her deck. I buried my face into it, licking her steaming, slippery folds with abandon. She squirmed and squealed, grabbing anything she could to hold on. That includes my.