Licking the vulva

Word count: 10650 It's a wonderful thing for a beautiful woman to lick her vulva. Before I married my wife, she often asked me to give her oral sex, which was something I had always dreamed of. My wife is the kind of beautiful woman with a strong sex drive. During our honeymoon, besides my penis, my tongue was the most tired part. At first, my wife would tremble and moan between my tongue and mouth, but later it was often me struggling and calling out between her legs. "Hey! Get up!" my wife shouted... She straddled me, her legs tightly clamping my head, almost suffocating me. I pretended not to hear her, wanting to see what she could do. Suddenly, everything went black, and my nose touched something soft. "Okay, you're playing dead, huh?" My wife lifted her buttocks and straddled my face. She was riding on my face. Her anus was right on my nose. I quickly struggled and begged for mercy, but her two buttocks were like two mountains of flesh, pressing firmly against my face. "Taste the flavor of my farts!" My wife held her breath and let out a big fart with a "Pfft!" "Does it smell good?" "Mmm, it smells so good..." I quickly pulled my wife out. "You like the smell? Okay, then I'll let you smell a few more farts!" My wife said, "Pfft! Pfft!" and let out a few more loud farts. My wife wiggled her buttocks and said, "I'll play with you to my heart's content... Hehe! Smell it properly." My wife's anus pressed tightly against my nose. My nose was completely wrapped under her crotch, and I inhaled every last fart from my wife. I struggled painfully under my wife's buttocks. When my wife saw that I was having difficulty breathing, she moved her buttocks away and gave me a victorious smile. "My wife's buttocks are so beautiful!" My hands caressed them to my heart's content, and an electric-like pleasure surged from the smooth, creamy flesh of her buttocks. This pleasure also electrified my wife. Her two petals had already secretly opened, and her wet labia slowly moved closer to my mouth, and a large amount of warm, lustful fluid flowed out and landed on my face. My face was pressed against her beautiful honey pot. I gently kissed my wife's vulva. I kissed it softly, then licked her clitoris. I tried to press my tongue all over her tender vulva, brushing it up and down evenly. Gradually, I felt her vagina writhing, so I thrust my tongue out and licked deeper. Even through her panties, I could feel the change in her clitoris—it had grown incredibly large. I opened my mouth and took it in, sucking hard, hoping it could feel my love. Playful pubic hairs peeked out from the sides of her panties, sticking into my nostrils, making me want to sneeze. I quickly pressed my nose against the hollow of her vulva. At this moment, my wife was probably close to climaxing. Her long legs clamped tightly around my head, and she thrust her hips eagerly. I started to have difficulty breathing, but thankfully it passed quickly. Thick vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, flowing down her snow-white thighs. I quickly ate it all up; it tasted pretty good. To be honest, my wife is the kind of person who is very sensitive, easily aroused and easily satisfied. My wife wiggled her hips slightly and laughed, "You're punished by having to lick me again..." She then hugged her buttocks with both hands, her fingers parting her reddened labia. My wife sat on my mouth, sometimes moving her hips from side to side, sometimes pressing her lips firmly against mine. In a short while, my mouth and face were covered in the sweet nectar from the flower petals. And so, I spent another half hour under my wife's buttocks, listening to her soft moans. My wife was extremely satisfied, and I, too, felt waves of pleasure surging within me, as if I were about to explode... My wife's firm, white buttocks were still undulating on my face. I began to kiss her buttocks, my mouth gentle yet passionate, and I fell into a dizzying state of pleasure. Then her fingers reached behind her and gently rubbed the edge of her anus: "Don't you want to kiss my asshole?"
My wife had probably just showered; her anus still had a faint fragrance. "Kiss here..." she coquettishly stuck out her snow-white buttocks... My mouth began to explore the pink anus in front of my face, the feeling was like kissing a woman's mouth, and she sighed softly. Then, my tongue slipped inside, and her buttocks moved back and forth in response to my tongue. Soon, my wife's plump buttocks were thrusting and swaying violently, and her vagina was trembling as if sucking. "Ah! I can't take it! I'm coming again... I'm coming..." Hearing my wife's moans, I quickly turned my tongue to lick the clitoris of her anus. She twisted her buttocks and reached a blissful climax. My wife was a woman with an extremely high amount of vaginal fluid, which gushed out like urine, flowing onto my nose and mouth, almost drowning me. Her snow-white legs tightly clamped my face, her vagina convulsing, and streams of vaginal fluid sprayed onto my face. My nose and lips were sucking on her labia and anus, making it almost impossible to breathe. I forced out a mouthful: "Hoo~~~ If you lick me any more, I'm going to drown!" My wife
giggled: "Honey, you've exhausted me! I have no energy left. I'm not making breakfast today." The sunset was infinitely beautiful, and tourists still lingered on the enchanting beach at dusk, playing and enjoying the cool evening breeze. This was a famous tourist and leisure resort, and every weekend, tourists flocked here like waves. Although some Western wives on the beach had more prominent figures than her, none possessed her flawless, fair skin. The gleaming white pearl necklace I bought for my wife shone brilliantly. Its lustrous, jade-like sheen, combined with her angelic beauty and flawless, snow-white skin, made her even more radiant. Her long, flowing black hair cascaded naturally over her shoulders, held together only by a simple white headband with a plain floral design. She exuded a relaxed yet warm and romantic charm, radiating a powerful and breathtaking beauty almost without adornment. It was a dreamlike beauty, a perfect blend of mature womanly allure and youthful tenderness, a mysterious beauty that evoked tenderness and affection. "Honey, are you tired?" my wife asked wearily. "Hmm, not bad… Are you tired? Shall I carry you home?" I said solicitously. My wife said, "Okay, I'll ride you back." I bent down and put my head between her legs. She happily held my head and helped me sit on her. I straightened up and ran towards the villa by the sea. "Giddy up! Giddy up!" My wife giggled on my shoulder, like a proud and beautiful princess. Her two snow-white thighs tightly gripped my head. When we got to the villa, my wife refused to get off, saying coquettishly, "Honey, kneel down, I want to ride a horse." I had no choice but to kneel down at her feet again. She moved from my shoulder to my back, her full, smooth buttocks sitting on me. She twisted my ears with both hands, laughing and shouting, "Giddy up, giddy up..." I obediently crawled quickly and steadily. Guided by her hands, I crawled around the living room twice, then carried her to the bedroom, to the bedside, and helped her onto the bed. My wife lay on my back, acting coquettishly, "Honey, you're so good to me, you really know how to make me happy. You must be exhausted."
"I'm too old to walk anymore," I joked. My wife rolled over and straddled me, pressing down on me and saying, "Since you're old, I'll crush you now, as if anyone likes an old thing like you." "Trying to murder your husband? Not so easy." I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her down, burying my face in her breasts. My mouth rubbed against her chest, quickly finding her nipple. I opened my mouth and took her small breast in, my tongue licking the nipple, sucking on it relentlessly. "Honey, are my breasts smaller than others'? Stop sucking, there's no milk there yet." Her playfulness only aroused my desire. "Your breasts are small because they're still untouched virgin territory. Since there's no milk here, I'll find somewhere with 'milk'." I put my hands under her thighs, lifted her forward, and moved her to my face, my face directly facing her crotch. "No, honey, I haven't showered today, I'm very dirty," she cried out. I grabbed her with both hands. "Then I'll use my big tongue to wash your little bottom, won't I!" I stuck my tongue all the way out of my mouth and licked between her legs repeatedly, and she still cried out. "Everything about you belongs to me. In my eyes, everything about you is pure and sacred. You know that?"
I quickened the movement of my tongue. After a while, I teased her on purpose, "Okay, I'm done washing you. Do you want to check if it's clean enough?" She cried out again, and I reached out and pulled her back. "Do you think I didn't wash you clean enough? Okay, then I'll continue washing you." This time, I used my mouth, lips, and tongue to kiss, suck, and lick her beautiful private parts. "You know what, silly girl, the sweet nectar flowing from the heart of your beautiful place is like honey. I'm not lying to you, it really is sweet, with a subtle sweetness that tastes like honey in your mouth." My wife straddled my face, no longer struggling. She began to seriously enjoy all the pleasure I brought her. When I licked her for a long time, she laughed, "Lick me a little longer, or I'll have to pee. Be careful, or I'll wash your face."
Her voice was like a bewitching melody, captivating me. "If you pee, I'll drink it all. Pee, go ahead." I cupped my mouth and pressed it against her urethra. "No, really, no," she said, feeling the joke had gone too far. But I was serious. "No, you're the one who piqued my interest. I'm going to do it. I'll suck it out for you, I'll definitely suck your pee out." I gently sucked, and she began to writhe restlessly. "Really, no, stop it," I said, using her writhing as my tongue licked her anus. "Okay then, I'll take the treasure here." "It itches, it itches so much," "Then I'll make you itch to death," I said, my tongue slowly penetrating deeper into that tightly closed spot. My wife seized the opportunity to press her vulva against my mouth, and I straightened my tongue, using both hands to support her buttocks, moving them back and forth, left and right, up and down. Soon she knew what to do, and she even squeezed her buttocks tightly against my face, spinning around. My nose was buried in her pubic hair. I lifted my chin to give myself room to breathe, so I could last longer. Slowly, more and more sweet liquid filled my mouth, which I absorbed mouthful by mouthful. Dong Ni's movements became faster and faster. Suddenly, as if she had no bones, she sat heavily on my face, but quickly lifted her beautiful buttocks off my face and into my lap. I pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Why aren't you sitting down? You used so much force just now. Were you afraid of crushing me? Don't worry, your husband isn't made of clay. Weren't you sitting quite steadily this morning?" "Mmm...! You're so naughty!" The nasal sound made her sound even more charming. I lay there without moving, but instead used my strength to lift her up and let her straddle me again. My wife walked above my head, spread her legs and sat down on my face, then slowly squatted down. I stared at my wife's buttocks and the fleshy cleft in front of her as she drew closer. As my wife squatted down, her curled labia parted to the sides, revealing bright red labia. At the same time, I grabbed her buttocks and buried my face between her legs. I gently parted her labia with both hands, then my tongue licked her slit, my lips sucking on her clitoris. My wife trembled incessantly; unknowingly, aroused by my actions, she began to go wild. Her hands gripped my head, pressing it down, her mouth slightly open, greedily enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. I looked up triumphantly as I continued my movements; her hands were pressed against her chest, mimicking the undulating movements of her body, violently squeezing her breasts and playing with her nipples. "If you keep licking like that, I'm really going to pee," my wife moaned with a coquettish laugh. Hearing this, I sucked even harder on her beautiful vulva, my tongue swirling wildly inside her vagina. "You're so naughty! Don't suck so hard... um... ah... um! ah..." My wife's buttocks swayed back and forth involuntarily. Seeing this trembling, I licked even more vigorously. Her delicate buttocks swayed and rose on my face, and her nectar flowed more and more. My wife really wanted to pee. I held her buttocks tightly, making it impossible for her to get off my face. My wife couldn't resist me, so she had to pee in my mouth: "Ah... I can't hold it in anymore." With her gentle voice, a small stream of water gushed out from between her bright red labia and flowed onto my face. I quickly leaned over and sucked on her urethra, drinking all the urine that flowed out. When the stream stopped and became a drip, I continued to lick the wet crevice with my mouth. "Ah... so comfortable, lick harder." In her excitement, my wife spread her legs wider, pressing her secret valley against my face. My nose was buried in the black grass, and I stuck out my tongue to lick the cleft between the petals. My wife was too weak to continue squatting, so she sat on my face. I was pressed down so hard I could hardly breathe, so I could only support her plump, white buttocks with my hands. My tongue licked them forcefully, my nose rubbed up and down, searching for air in the crevice. My wife sat down hard on my face, then slowly moved downwards. With my help, she gently took my penis into her beautiful opening, slowly straddling my legs. She rode on top of me, and after some exploration, she found her rhythm. She began to control me with all her passion and trembling. All her ecstasy and cries, accompanied by my low growls, collided and boiled within our inseparable bodies, finally surging forth, quickly meeting, and merging into my and her hearts. We were both wide awake. Touching each other's sweaty bodies, I said to her, "Let's take a shower and rest. You've had a long day." I adjusted the water temperature and 'herded' her, who didn't want to get out of bed, into the bathroom. Looking at her standing under the showerhead, I became aroused again. I gently walked behind her, opened my arms and hugged her, lowered my head and kissed her hair, neck, and back, kissing her waist, hips, and thighs. Then I sat cross-legged on the floor, helped her sit on my shoulders, and put her feet on my lap. "Wife, with this special chair, you won't have to stand so much to shower anymore." "Husband, you're really spoiling me," she said in a sweet voice. "I'm going to spoil you rotten, make all the women jealous of you, jealous that you have such a good husband."
I looked up slightly and saw her tending to her hair. Her legs gently clamped my head, her body swaying back and forth. I swayed back and forth rhythmically in sync with her movements. "I'm thirsty, get me a cup of water!" "Are you thirsty? Okay! 'Auntie' will feed you! Close your eyes and open your mouth." So I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, waiting for her. Just as I was about to peek, suddenly, a gush of water shot out in front of me! It turned out my wife was urinating on me with her beautiful little hole, the water falling directly into my mouth: "Hehe! I see you haven't had enough yet..."
I was caught off guard; my face was covered in my wife's juices. I quickly came to my senses and tried to move away, but my wife pressed me down between her legs, and the sweet juices flowed into my mouth. My wife then straddled my head and started urinating. After she finished, I carefully licked her urethra until it was clean. My wife smiled contentedly after urinating, teasing me: "Did you like it? Hehe~~~" "Good for you! I've really spoiled you." I gently bit my wife's soft, white thigh. "Ouch...! You're so naughty~~~" Seeing her adorable appearance, so incredibly endearing, I couldn't help but kiss her for a while, then picked up her delicate body and slowly walked towards the bedroom. Back in the bedroom, my wife lay there, letting me gently undress her. A beautiful body was revealed before me; her skin, like jade, seemed so divine. My hands gently caressed her back, then slowly moved to her chest, pressing my fingers against her breasts, tracing their curves with my fingertips. I lowered my head and lightly bit her nipple. "Are you ready?" I asked her, so close to me. My wife embraced my head, pressing her lips to mine. I slightly opened my mouth to welcome her sweet, soft tongue, holding it tightly within my mouth. I carefully laid her trembling body flat and began to kiss her earnestly—her hair, her ears, her eyebrows, her eyes, her nose, her burning cheeks. Following the beautiful curves of her body, I took her nipple into my mouth again, my tongue licking and sucking it, the tip of my tongue teasing her nipple, kissing her navel, and the beautiful curve where her waist and hips meet. My tongue tip traveled down her thigh, stopping at the tips of her toes, kissing and biting them one by one, until finally I opened my mouth wide and took them in. She stopped trembling. I brought her legs together, pressed my face between her feet, and stretched out my tongue, tracing patterns on the soles of her feet. My tongue was like a soft cloth, repeatedly washing her slightly cool feet. When my tongue once again traveled along her body to between her legs, my wife placed one hand on her hip, and with the other hand, her delicate fingers parted her petals, and she thrust her waist forward. I moved a little with her. I knelt between her legs, and before me lay her alluring vulva, covered by a layer of fine hair. I carefully parted it with the tip of my tongue, finally revealing her thick, soft labia. I bent my wife's legs and buried my head deep inside, my tongue stroking her cleft. The love juice flowing from there filled my mouth, and I swallowed it without hesitation. I felt a hint of sweetness in my mouth, which only fueled my intense desire. I pressed my tongue against her cleft, kissing, licking, and caressing her, first gently, then gradually increasing the pressure. When my tongue parted her labia majora, I felt her vulva fully open, and my tongue began to lick and suck along her beautiful vulva. My wife couldn't help but moan loudly. When I felt her whole body tense up and arch her hips towards the air, I immediately made a circle with my lips and took her clitoris into my mouth, moving it with her. My mouth never left her body, as if it were part of her body, diligently sucking on her clitoris, her delicate clitoris. After she calmed down a little, my tongue continued to lick downwards, moving in and out of her alluring, flower-like opening. When she began to writhe again, I entered her flower, my blood boiling, unable to stop myself, until a surge of heat gushed from my body. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, a gentle breeze blowing, the air languidly still, with the faint strains of Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony drifting through the air. The table was piled high with snacks: sunflower seeds, spiced peanuts, Shandong potato chips, pine nuts, alphabet cookies, Hershey's chocolate, and a clear glass of water. My hand kneaded her soft buttocks, feeling their fullness and plumpness. My penis began to grow, pressing against her lower abdomen. Her tongue responded to my sucking, occasionally slipping into my mouth, and her breasts rubbed against my chest. Even through her clothes and bra, I could feel the firmness and protrusion of her nipples. One hand reached behind and lifted the hem of her skirt, while the other pressed against her buttocks, which were clad in tiny panties. I first stroked the cleft of her buttocks for a while, then moved downwards, following the cleft forward, until my fingers touched her already swollen labia between her legs. They were soft and full to the touch, and even through her panties, I could feel that her labia were already moist. My wife's cheeks flushed, and she gently wiggled her bottom, trying to get rid of my fingers. She mumbled incoherently, "No...don't..." By this time, my blood was boiling. One hand slipped under the hem of her clothes, reaching up to her tender breasts, kneading them incessantly. The hand that had been touching her labia released hers, and I grabbed one of her hands, pressing it against the part of my pants that was throbbing with my erection. After a while, her small hand began to gently caress me. I slowly unbuttoned her clothes, picked her up, and placed her on the table. My lips pressed against her tender breasts, the nipples engorged and erect from my kisses. I forcefully spread her legs, pulling the part of her panties covering her vulva to one side, revealing her adorable little kitten. At this point, I didn't care about anything else; I opened my mouth wide, trying to take her entire vulva into my mouth, just like I always did when I gave her oral sex, my tongue constantly moving in and out of her already wet vagina. Soon, her whole body convulsed, her vagina secreting copious amounts of fluid; she had reached orgasm. After a while of licking, my wife's two plump labia opened and closed repeatedly; the area around her labia was covered with dark pubic hair, glistening with her vaginal fluid; her pink little hole was also slightly open, releasing vaginal fluid, which had filled her buttocks and even wet her anus, which was also slightly opening and closing. I brought my mouth to my wife's anus and stuck out my tongue to lightly lick the pink folds of her anus. As soon as my tongue touched the pink flesh, my wife's body trembled violently: "No! Don't lick there... Husband, I haven't washed there yet, it's so dirty." I pressed my mouth to my wife's full labia again and blew air into that alluring little hole. The hot breath made my wife shiver, and she couldn't help but keep thrusting her snow-white buttocks upwards. I took the opportunity to support her round, pert buttocks with my hand, pressed one finger against her tender little anus, and sucked hard on her labia and vulva with my mouth. My wife trembled all over, and her juices flowed out continuously. I then stuck my tongue into her vulva, swirling it around on the inner walls of her vagina. My wife couldn't help but gasp and moan: "Ah...oh...it's so itchy...it's so itchy, ah...you...
you're licking my...it's so beautiful...um...ah...it's so itchy...my little hole is so...so itchy...stop...stop...oh...I can't take it..." Hearing my wife's moans, my penis became red and hard, and some fluid flowed from the small hole in the center of the glans. I hugged Xiaoli's big buttocks tightly, buried my head deep between my wife's legs, pressed my mouth against her vulva, sucked on her clitoris, and kept licking it back and forth with my tongue. My wife's clitoris swelled up under my teasing, more than twice its original size. Xiaoli's blush hadn't faded completely. We looked at each other, and I said, "Wife, did you enjoy it?"
My wife said shyly, "You licked me so hard just now, I almost died from it!" I smiled and watched her go into the bathroom. A while later, my wife came back from the bathroom. My dear wife, she held her fragrant, white, tender buttocks high in front of me, her sweet anus facing my mouth. I kissed her: "My dear wife, what tricks are you going to play now?" "You like licking my buttocks, so come and lick them! I washed them for you." I looked at her sly smile and continued to tease her: "Such a beautiful anus, of course I have to taste it!" My wife raised her white, plump buttocks even higher, spreading her buttocks wide open with both hands, revealing her brown anus as vibrant as a chrysanthemum bud. I crawled between my wife's legs, kneeling and gently spreading her buttocks, stretching my tongue as far as possible to lick my wife's little bud. She immediately swayed her alluring buttocks, welcoming my thick, warm, and greedy tongue. When my tongue pierced her anus, she couldn't help but shake her head and groan with pleasure. Seeing this, I pushed my tongue further into her anus. I could only hear my wife making incoherent noises, her beautiful, snow-white buttocks swaying like a tambourine. The fragrance of osmanthus was rich and sweet inside her anus. I pushed my tongue in forcefully, into my wife's little flower bud, and an even stronger osmanthus fragrance traveled from the tip of my tongue into my mouth. My wife must have washed it with honey. I savored it with an intoxicated expression, as if it were an indescribable delicacy. My tongue went all the way into her fragrant anus, licking and playing with the smooth, sweet inner walls, licking all the nectar there into my mouth. "Ah...it's delicious, isn't it? I prepared it especially for you. It's so itchy...ah..." I licked up and down her butt crack with my tongue for a while, then I licked her round, brown anus in circles with the tip of my tongue, making my wife lie on the edge of the bed, her white buttocks shaking uncontrollably, and she cried out, "It's so itchy..."
"...Ah...lick there...that's it...go in...hehe..." I spread her anus wide open. My wife knew I was looking at the tender flesh inside her anus, so she forcefully opened it further to let him see more and deeper inside. My wife's anus on her snow-white buttocks looked like a pink rose. I smelled and licked that pink rose, even drilling into the stamen to collect its nectar, completely forgetting that it was an anus! My wife felt the fleshy tongue drilling and licking inside her anus, which felt extremely comfortable. So she forcefully opened and closed her anus to make it easier for her tongue to go in deeper. Her tiny anus seemed to open and close with her breathing. She moaned softly, "Husband, ah, you're licking so deep... my asshole is so itchy..." While enjoying the pleasure I was giving her, my wife rubbed her vulva with her slender fingers, "Ah... ah... so comfortable!" She masturbated while I licked her anus, and soon she was moaning incessantly. Honey-like fluid gushed from her vulva, flowing down her thighs. My wife took a step forward, pulled my tongue out of her anus, and turned around. She pressed her vulva, still wet with urine, against my nose, and I quickly licked the fluid from her thighs, down to her vulva, to avoid wetting the bed. My wife's vulva was already overflowing. I brought my mouth close and sucked hard, then drank large gulps of her love juice, her expression of ecstasy making her extremely excited. My wife used her fingers to part her labia, allowing my tongue to penetrate even deeper. My tongue rubbed back and forth against the inner walls of my wife's vagina, making her feel itchy and indescribably comfortable. I licked and rubbed vigorously with my tongue. My wife's pink buttocks swayed as I licked her, moaning repeatedly, and soon she cried out, "Ah, ah, ah..." Accompanied by her excited shouts, my wife's writhing body finally reached orgasm. She felt that my tongue was not strong enough, so she held my head and swayed back and forth, making my tongue thrust in and out of her vagina. Finally, my wife exerted force and shot a string of thick nectar into my mouth. She leaned weakly against the wall, watching me drink her nectar with pride. I knelt between her legs, carefully licking the nectar off her labia and thighs. We were both tired, and I was too lazy to move, so I fell asleep with my head resting on her thighs. Early in the morning, my wife and I strolled along the beach. She snuggled into my arms and said, "Honey, I wish I were taller than you." "Why?" "If I were taller, I could hold you in my arms, instead of you holding me like you do now." I looked up and saw a section of a post buried in the sand, half of it sticking out. I led her to the post. "Come on, climb up." "What for?" she asked. "Standing on that, you'll definitely be taller than me, and that will fulfill your little wish." I pointed to the post and said to her. My wife actually stood on it. The platform was very small, only big enough for one foot. I held her with one hand, afraid she might fall. "Ah! I'm finally taller than you! You're only up to me now!" she gestured with her hands. "But if I were really that tall, no one would want me, right?"
"Silly girl, no one wants you, but I will." Getting up was easy, but getting down was not. After comparing heights, I reached out to help her down, but she squatted down. I thought she was going to jump down, so I turned my back to her and held her hand with one hand, so she could climb onto my back first and then get down. But my wife playfully stretched one leg onto my shoulder, jumped lightly, and sat astride my neck. I took the opportunity to hold her legs with my hands, and she sat steadily on my neck. I was so happy. I liked her riding on me. "Honey, put me down quickly, this isn't good." "Want to get down? No way. Once you're on a pirate ship, it's not so easy to get off." I didn't put her down. "But I'm scared," she said. "Why weren't you scared when you mounted me? Don't worry, I wouldn't want to drop my precious little darling." I placed her legs behind me, letting her cling tightly to my body, and grabbed her hands so she wouldn't fall. "Silly girl, now you can take a quick look around." I strode forward. "Honey, don't spoil me like this, I can't take it," she said. "Why not? I'm willing to spoil you like this for the rest of my life. When we go back, if you want to ride a horse again, I'll be your horse, always your most loyal, gentle, and obedient horse." I vowed to her. At noon, my wife and I had arranged to go horseback riding. "Honey, get up! What time is it? Come on! Come with me. Can't you hear me? It's so hot!" She plopped down next to me. "It's so hot, and you still want to go?" "I want to go, come on, my dear husband!" she shook me. I rolled over and said to her, "I'll go out with you when the sun's not shining anymore, okay?" "No!" Seeing her feigning anger, my heart surged with love, so I teased her, "How about you ride me for a while?" "No! I want to go, but I can ride you for a little while," she said with a slight smile. "Greetings to Miss, please mount the horse." Her cheeks flushed a shy pink as she walked towards me. Without hesitation, I went behind her and put my head between her legs. "Just for a little while," she said, spreading her pink legs and firmly placing her smooth, white buttocks on my bare back. After my wife mounted, I deliberately bounced her body up and down, and she really rode like a galloping horse, bouncing with my body. "Okay, okay, hurry up and climb!" my wife giggled and commanded from my back. I chuckled too and began to carry my wife forward. She cradled her head in her hands, and I pressed my face against her smooth skin, kissing her. "Silly girl, you're so beautiful, like a goddess. I'm so happy." She stroked my head, gently rubbing her vulva against my smooth back, letting out excited moans. My wife excitedly straddled my face, her honey-drenched vulva pressed tightly against my lips. I thrust my tongue into the crevice of her vulva, greedily sucking the sweet nectar flowing from it. The wanton scent of my wife's vulva excited me even more. I brought my mouth close to her clitoris, extended my tongue, and gently licked her swollen clitoris before taking her two engorged, red labia into my mouth. Her buttocks bounced continuously, her breathing became rapid, and she unconsciously made "ah...ah..."
sounds. My tongue lightly licked the entrance of her vagina, gradually advancing deeper inside. The deeper I went into my wife's pussy, the hotter it got, and the smoother and wetter it became. Fresh nectar kept overflowing from her pussy, and it all flowed into my mouth...clt2014 Gold Coins +10 Reposted and Shared, Here's a Red Envelope!

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