With inner side od my upper lip I enjoyed rhytmic waves and by slight tip of my thongue touches I pushed them across that fine line dividing perfect from uncomparable. I felt her ancle ramming between my shoulder-blades, and weight of her honey-bowl decreasing in my palms as she purred her way closer to my lips.
Sheet rubber-band gave in under the strain and sheet swished through the air revealing naked mattress with loud "Ping!". For the moment room was encased in silence completed only with my last moist kiss to her crotch.
She relaxed, absent-mindedly running fingers through my hair.
- 40 or 42?
I rolled over to the side and placed my head on her thigh.
- 42 up, 40 down.
- Pelvic ring.
- Hmmm... shallow.
- Shallow. For maximum tanning use - I laughed and caught her inner thigh with my teeth.
She giggled and sqiurmed - It tickles!
- Immnou. Ornamental or decorative?
- That`s what I thought. It sounds...
- ... better. More texture-like. Tangible.
- That`s it.
I got up on my hands and knees and, with touches to her thigh curve, navel and breast with my nose, pattered to her head.
- My thanks. - I said, lowering myself on top of her.
Reaching behind the pilow in search of my lost glasses she fished them from oblivion, placed them gently, circumnavigating the ears, back onto my face and lifting my chin with her palm she raised into a kiss.
- Greatest thanks. - she giggled.
- It`ll be easyer for me to overwork myself now. - I said.
- That`s what I thought, too.