Chapter 872 Her Pussy Is Demanding:>Ep14

• She presses her face and mouth even firmer against me, her hands gripping my butt and waist to make sure I don't give. But I certainly won't give. I have to control myself not to press myself selfishly against her, not to grab her head and push it deep, deep into my cleft and ride it out like a bitch in heat. Instead I let myself sink back, still with a gentle lovable hand on her head, and slowly drift into a wonderful slumber of wonderful feelings. Feelings of joy, pleasure and love. It doesn't take long until I'm all lost, and as I manage to let my body relax, I simply bask in the overwhelming sensations of lust.
• I have no idea how long it's been. I open my eyes slowly. Have I been sleeping? Do I have the energy to lift my head? The pleasure runs like a small stream down my spine and thighs and I can feel the wonderful tongue lapping away in a steady, unrelenting rhythm that keeps me on an firm but graciously languid boil. Energy or not, I've just got to raise my head enough to look down at her. It turns out to be not much of an effort either. I've slumped further down in my chair, and the headrest has actually lifted my head half way up already. When I meet her eyes under heavy lids it's almost a shock. They're so clear, so black, so full of life... and so full of love. Her nose is firmly buried in my bush and her tongue work unremittingly, and those eyes look up at me with such an impossible sheen of adoration and worship, an astonishing mixture of bliss and adulation that gets to me like a fist in the belly. I moan deeply, and I feel the wetness literally pour out of me and into her mouth as an insanely intense shiver of lust flows through me.
• She moans too. Happily. Blissfully. Then she gulps again. And then she catches her breath, plastering my pubic bush to my skin with her scalding warmth as she does. It's all so hot, so wonderful, so incredibly soft, loving and caring. The way only my Lana can do it! And then -- all of a sudden -- I realize that she's even using both her hands to hold my thighs in place. They're resting heavily against each armrest, but without her support they would have slipped off and down on the floor long ago, abruptly blocking her access to my source of immense pleasure. A split second I think I need to raise them and relieve her effort -- perhaps put my heels against the edge of the desk? But then I come to think of this as just another part of her worship; another element in providing me the absolutely best service ever given. And such a service should be enjoyed to the fullest, and not be disturbed by any concerns on behalf of the service girl. I know that's exactly the way she wants it, and that's the way she's going to get it.