Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

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After a few minutes, she pushed his hand away. Sweat stood in beads on her forehead, in the fine hairs of her eyebrows. Her breasts had grown slick, and Stan felt them up, sliding his hand over them, relishing the silky feel. "You're not done," he stated in a flat voice. He knew what her orgasms looked and felt like and she hadn't had one. Why was she stopping him.

"No, not yet, but..." She bit her lower lip, flicked her eyes to his face then away.

"What mom, er Beth, just tell me. Anything." He knew she wanted something but was nervous to ask.

"Would you," again she paused, and frustration bubbled up in Stan. He pushed it down, calmed himself. "With your hand." Her eyes flicked down to her crotch.

"I was." Stan was confused.

"I mean, inside."

she'd responded with a quick and massive orgasm. He'd used the memory of the feel of her juices, the roughness of her pubic hair, the softness of her

his pants he was certain it was going to tear through the material. Struggling to

Her hips moved, encouraging

Stan screamed. 'No, don't cum yet.' Even though that event would lead to her working on him until he ejaculated, he wanted this session to last longer. The feel of her pussy, the heat, the slick, was so erotic, he didn't want it to end too quick. He wanted to savor this like a perfect steak,

of his hand in her pants to reduce her stimulation, hopefully. She wiggled her butt over and Stan surmised she was searching for maximum effect. Whatever, she was getting hot down there. He slid his fingers in and out, slow, deep, feeling the muscles of her vagina grip at him. It felt like it was trying to draw his hand in, eat him up. That gave him an idea. Propped as he was on his hip and elbow, it

eyes shot open, wide. "No. I don't think that would be

mind scrambling, he suggested, "If you're nervous about me seeing you naked, we can leave your panties on." He paused a moment so she wouldn't feel pressured. "You've seen me naked enough. I'm not certain why you feel that way. It's ok though, with your panties

one hand, she

be better for you, like when I

scrunched her face, placed a hand over her crotch as though blocking his view of

cooch." He gave it a little wiggle for emphasis. They both laughed and Stan knew he was convincing her. Now he pressed it. "Besides, I thought we might try something, and clothes will just be in the way." Scooting her butt away from him, twisting to the side, she

that, but I guess it'll be ok if you remove my pants, just the pants, and