For some obscure reason a small argument was brewing.
Now, we very rarely argue at all - and practically never in bed.
We were getting nowhere fast.
Each of us stubbornly defending his/her point of view.
All quite silly, really.
My cock was slowly loosing interest.
So, in a lighthearted tone, I looked down towards her pussy, and asked
"Shall I continue this discussion with her?"
Thirty giggled .. "vas-y"
I slid down between her legs, and began a long, and intimate "conversation".
Now, they say men have two brains,
with the small one in his cock leading the other.
Well, I'm come firmly to the opinion that a similar,
but subtler remark can be made about Thirty.
There are occasions where her pussy just simply takes over.
This night being a classic example.
In a matter of minutes, the tension on her face had disappeared,
and the argument long forgotten.
Her pussy was on fire.
As I licked her clit, I slid two fingers in.. then three .. four ..
Can you see where this is going?
Finally, her pussy swallowed all five.
From arguments to fisting, in all of five minutes.
I began to rock my hand back and forth,
short movements building up in intensity.
Her back arched up wildly, forcing me to sit up.
My mouth firmly clamped on her clit,
as I fisted her harder and harder.
Thirty was in heaven.
I eased up on her clit, and she moaned
"More.. please!!"
For some strange reason, the intense sensations balanced out perfectly.
Her orgasm held back, as her body asborbed the fisting and clit sucking.
The combination of the 2 kept her on the edge.
She finally collapsed in a ball of quivering flesh.
Sated and happy.
Moments like that are so precious.
