Page 118 of Marcello

She was going so slow…

So soft…

It was torture. The sweetest torture imaginable.

Finally I couldn’t take it anymore.

I pulled her to her feet.

“What?” she asked in alarm.

“I have to do something to you now or I’m going to explode,” I said as I pulled her gently over to the bed.

I ripped off the duvet, exposing the sheets –

And forced her onto the bed on her back.

Her breasts stood up from her chest, round and firm.

FUCK.

She lay there looking up at me with both fear and desire.

“Scoot back,” I ordered.

She complied, giving me plenty of room.

I got on the bed between her legs –

Forced them open –

And began to lick her pussy.

Before I’d been soft and gentle.

Now I licked her like I was dying of thirst, dipping my tongue inside her, then coming up and sucking on her clit.

“OH!” she cried out, then groaned as she arched her back in pleasure.

My hands reached up to her breasts and pinched her nipples as I lapped at her.

“OH MY GOD!” she moaned, her body thrashing.

As I continued to lick her clit, I kept my left hand on her breast, but moved my right down to her pussy.

I’d heard about a girl’s hymen before – popping a girl’s cherry – and thought I might encounter some resistance –

But I was able to slowly slide one finger inside her.

Damn, she was tight –

But I softly began stroking inside her, curling my fingertip gently against the G-spot.

She began breathing harder, her gorgeous breasts heaving.

Suddenly her breathing hitched, her belly grew taut – and she screamed.

“OHHHHHHH!” she wailed as her legs began to shake and tremble.