You said, “If we’ve only got 10 minutes, maybe you could help a little?”
She said nothing, but raised her hips and lifted her legs over your head, and pulled her bikini bottom off, exposing a well-trimmed pubic area. She once again held out her hand for you to climb onto, and brought you up to her left breast. “Rub my nipple for a minute, while I get things ready for you.” You attacked her nipple with gusto, while small earthquakes punctuated by panting were your background music.
“OK,” she panted, “I’m ready for you.” This time, instead of holding out her whole hand, she held out just her index finger; you climbed aboard and held on tight, as her hand took you down past her pubic patch.
“Once again, for the panoramic view,” she chuckled, and as she did she shifted so that her hips were presenting her vulva almost straight up. “Why are you lying that way?” you asked. “Well,” she said, “if you fall off, you should fall somewhere... interesting.”
You hadn’t finished processing that statement when her finger moved you to her clitoris, a bit over half as big as you were. “Here’s the deal,” she said. “You need to keep rubbing me there until either I tell you to stop, or you fall off - and if you fall off, look down and tell me where you’re going to fall.”
You did - and saw that the open maw of her vagina was there waiting to catch you.
“If you fall off, you might have to stay inside me for a while.”
“No problem,” you said, and transferred from her finger to her clitoris. And started rubbing it with your whole body.
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