LLP-108 The Underground Model by Jean Sifton ... - OpenDrive

softness of her bed. They moved dreamlike as if in a trance for a half-dozen paces until the backs of
Patricia's knees bumped softly against the edge of the mattress. Then he lowered her, his hands never
leaving the hot, quivering cheeks of her bottom, until she was lying flat back on the bed ... her feet still
resting on the threadbare carpet.
He maneuvered himself down beside her, his fingers still securely entrenched in her protesting anus,
taking lustful pleasure in her small mewls of pain. He brought his mouth down to her open thighs and
pressed his lips along the soft silky inside of her leg. His mouth sank firmly into the resilient flesh, and she
parted her thighs even wider, enabling him to see the quivering lips of her vagina, completely visible
through the transparent nylon of her tights.
Patricia could now feel the pressure of his strong bands gently urging and pushing against the softness of
her inner thighs until they were slowly spread wide apart in a V-position. She looked down on him,
eagerly awaiting his next move, her secret treasure open to him to do as he willed. She watched with
bated breath as his head lowered slowly then made firm contact with the target.
"Ohhhhh!" She jerked, as his hot moist lips closed over the soft hair-covered mound at the base of her
belly. His hazy face disappeared from her view into the curly soft fleece as he planted wet tickling kisses
on the nylon-covered mound, his tongue flicking lizard-like at the tight throbbing opening of her cunt.
With trembling, barely controllable hands, Patricia quickly unbuttoned her blouse and, arching her body
and pushing her screaming loins hard against his face in the movement, she desperately reached back
and unclasped her bra. Not wanting to lose the urgency of the moment, she moved her own hands
sensuously down over her throbbing breasts and slid them slowly down her smooth flat stomach, coming
to rest on either side of his lips. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner
thighs moving her legs open and shut against his ears and allowing him as much access as was possible
through the straining nylon to her hot, moist pussy.
Through the thin-stretched material of her tights, he tasted the warm secretion now amply flowing from
inside her into his sucking mouth, the thin, veneered hose totally inadequate to hold him at bay. His
tongue pushed hard into the tense stretch of the tights pressing them wetly into her pink, open slit, and
licked rapidly at the pulsating clitoris between her thighs. His thumbs pressing firmly on either side of it,
caused it to bulge out more prominently than before.
Patricia strained her body, making a tremendous effort of will-power to keep her hips untensed and her
buttock muscles slack. She closed her eyes blissfully and moved her hands back up to the twin globular
mounds of her titties. The nipples had started to throb lewdly already, and it required only a brief
manipulation with the tips of her fingers for her to feel them grow more stiff and erect. The wonderful
tongue darting lizard-like between her wide-spread legs seemed to be causing her already ballooning
breasts to inflate much larger than their normal size. They seemed so huge now that Patricia was getting
almost as great a thrill from touching and fondling them as she was from the sensuous licking tongue
thrusting between her legs below.
The lust-inspired Mark had now rested his nose gently against her pubic mound and was inhaling deeply
through it, making it plain to her that he no longer controlled himself. He was sniffing animal-like at her
sex and enjoying every intake of her rare and mysterious bouquet. He rubbed his flared nostrils from
side to side, the transparent material becoming moist with the flow of excited secretions.
Patricia was beyond the point of controlling her inner muscles now, and she throbbed helplessly inside
under the probing of his nose and mouth, even though their violent lovemaking had only begun a few
short moments before.