<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=121499.msg5335275#msg5335275">Quote from: Cold Heritage on 13-10-2011, 03:59:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Timmy carried pleasuring Lexa. His lips moved up and he suckled on her clit, using his tongue to flick over the small piece of flesh. He let his left hand trail down her thigh to the treasure between them, the pads of his fingers rubbing along her wet outer lips before pressing into her silken inner folds. The young man's fingers pumped slowly in and out of Lexa at first, building up to a rhythm meant to bring the woman over the threshold and to climax. Wet as Lexa was, the sound of his fingers moving in and out of her pussy would join the sexual sounds that sounded around the room. His attention was totally focused upon getting Lexa off now - what the others were doing would not take him away from the woman in front of him. Timmy looked up across the plane of Lexa's curvaceous body, hoping to catch sight of the woman's face. He could tell she was enjoying what he was doing and that he was close her payoff, but the young man wanted to see the expression on her face from what he was doing to her. There was very little more exciting than the face of a woman in the throes of genuine excitement.<br/><br/>The moans she made were wonderful to her. It was exciting how her accent made the sounds of her delight different from those of girls on this side of the pond. Timmy did not have the ear to tell the difference between a Canadian accent and an American one unless it was a strongly pronounced regional one, so it was an entirely novel experience to hear the difference in her moans. It spurred Timmy on to try harder, be better. His fingers stroked Lexa's inner walls and he plunged them inside the wet warmth of her pussy, his tongue worked overtime as he suckled on her clit. As best he could, Timmy tried to please Lexa and bring her off in front of all of the others. It was almost competitive, how he tried to make her orgasm.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Lexa pushed the upper half of her body up so that she was resting on her elbows so she could look down the length of her body to watch what Timmy was doing.  A great part of Lexa’s sexual pleasure was derived from the visual aspect.  Seeing Timmy’s lips and tongue as they teased her clit was extremely erotic.  “Look at me,” she said softly to Timmy,  reaching down and curling her fingers underneath his chin, and tipping his face up to look at her.  “Do you see what you’re doing to me?” she moaned.<br/><br/>Lexa’s hands slid behind his head and clenched in Timmy’s hair as her body tensed with the pleasure he was bringing to her.   The two of them seemed to feed off one another – the more excited that Lexa became and the louder she moaned, the faster Timmy’s tongue vibrated against her clit and the harder his fingers stroked in and out of her pussy.   And the faster and harder he pleasured her, the louder Lexa grew until finally, she just couldn’t take it any longer.  She squealed loudly as her orgasm began to rock her body.  Her hips bucked wildly up against Timmy’s mouth and against his fingers, trying to push more of him into her as she came.<br/><br/>As her body began to relax, Lexa reached for Timmy, pulling him up on top of her and kissing him deeply, her tongue slid into his mouth to twist eagerly around Timmy’s.  She pulled back slightly so that she could suck on his lower lip.  “Mmmmm….” she whispered, smirking against his mouth.  “I taste GOOD!” she giggled.   Her hands slid down his chest to tug on the button to his pants.  “Let’s take these off,” she suggested, winking at Timmy.<br/>