Cunnilingus is my 1 Love

Im about to tell you a Cunnilingus tale. A tale of how I like Cunnilingus and why Cunnilingus is my ist love.

I met this girl on a dating site. Its the perfect place to find girls who like to receive Cunnilingus from us people who like to give Cunnilingus.

We meet for a drink. I look into your eyes and know that this is going to be hot. I hold your hand as you sip your dirty martini. When you pull back, I squeeze your hand gently and you reach over and kiss my lips. You pull your keys out of your pocket and say “let’s go.” We race back toy your house and I kiss you when we pull in the driveway. After some kissing and drinking in the kitchen we go upstairs. I slowly undress you…first your blouse skirt…then unclasp your bra and peel your panties off one leg at a time.

I whisper to you…mine! Your body and orgasm belong to me. I undress and my hard chest is ripped and primal. I blindfold you and cuff you to the bed. I leave you in the bedroom and rummage through the bathroom. I find what I am looking for…when I return to the bedroom you are bound and nude and very submissive. I take some scissors and trim your pussy. Then I lather what is remaining and slowly shave it with a sharp razor. Slowly your pussy becomes bare raw and beautiful. I take the baby oil by the bed and pour some on my hands. I pour some more on your pussy that is now bare. You sigh.

I slowly caress the oil in…the stings soothed. My hand mixes with your wetness making a beautiful nectar. Your scent fills the air and makes me hard. I slowly caress the oil in up and down. Your quivering lips open and are swollen. Even though you are blindfolded your grind your hips against my palm..slippery and wet. My fingers peel you open and your lips unfold like a beautiful erotic flower. Fingers slip in your now bare pussy.

How to perform Cunnilingus

Before we get into the nitty gritty of the perfect Cunnilingus let’s set the record straight on virginas: They are all very different in both looks and smells.

They may indeed look like pretty flowers but the smell is very different to that of your favorite garden various flower. Some may smell a little bit salty or even coppery, while other types may well have a sort of musky or leathery odor to them.

Even if it is the same vagina you have been performing Cunnilingus on for years they can even taste different from one day to the next. This is because the taste can be based on things like diet, the amount of liquid levels, how much or what type of medications the women may be on, where the women is in their cycle, and lots more every day factors.

Seeing a women’s labia for the first time is like opening a box of chocolates: You never know what you’re going to get. just as Forrest Gump said about his mother.

Some women have a labia that hangs low and wobble to and fro when they move. Others are short or asymmetrical or even curved. Its just like a penis comes in many shapes and sizes. So does a women’s Labia.

So what about Pubic hair? Pubic hair is in this case just like the hair on your head, texture, and length and even styles can all be different. Some even remove the pubic hair completely making it bald and reveling all, some trim it into a nice shape or design, some women will do nothing at all and leave it looking like an amazon jungle. I guess that is there thing.

Cunnilingus still does have some risks involved.Pregnancy may not be a high one, but many sexually transmitted infections (STIs) can still be spread through oral sex.

Your plan of action: Talk to your partner about their STI status before going down on them and consider using a contraception.

If you don’t have access to contraception, you can:

• Cut a condom like
• Cut a latex glove like
• Use plastic wrap.

Just kid din enjoy your Cunnilingus

{ Home }

Saturday morning Aisha and Analie spent a long time making a proper breakfast. Astrid joined them in the kitchen when the food was almost ready, and they sat down to eat. “I thought we could go out shopping today,” Astrid suggested, while buttering her toast. She looked at Analie and continued, “After all, you need new clothes, and this is a good opportunity for you to practice passing as a girl.” Analie felt a sudden stab of panic at the thought of being recognised, but Astrid reassured her.

“Relax, we’ll drive Cunnilingus west to Kristiansand, you won’t meet anyone you know.” They kept talking while they finished eating. Aisha went upstairs to change after they finished eating, and Analie started cleaning the table. Astrid was leaning against the windowsill watching Analie work when she spoke to her. “You are still wearing the butt plug?” “yeas,” Analie replied,

“I only took it out this morning.” “Good, how does it feel?” “Ok I guess, I don’t really notice it that much, to be honest.” Astrid had gotten up from the windowsill, and walked up behind Analie. With a decisive motion she put her hand under Analies dress, and pushed firmly against the plug. “You are making quicker progress than I thought. I’ll get you another plug, just wait in the dining room.” The answer was a light moan of pleasure.

A few minutes later Astrid returned with another slightly bigger plug. She had also brought one of her denim pants and a T-shirt. “You look stunning in that dress, but You might want to wear something a bit more modest outside Cunnilingus.” Like the day before, Analie bent over the table, and Astrid gave her rectum a good fingering, before beginning to insert the new plug.

At this moment Aisha came back downstairs, and Analie looked up at her right as she felt the bigger plug slide all the way in. Aisha was now wearing a big black abaya and a niqab, so all the others could see were her smiling eyes. “Like it?” she asked, curtsying towards Astrid. “I love it.” She replied, doing a kissing motion with her lips.

Analie meanwhile, was putting on the new pants. They were so tight she could feel them squeezing the cage against her balls, forming a distinct bulge. Fortunately, the Cunnilingus T-shirt Astrid handed her was long enough to cover Cunnilingus. The shirt had a stylised print of a half open mouth and tongue, and together with the wig and a bit of makeup, it made her look quite presentable. The sun was shining as they got into the car, and it as quite warm. Aisha fiddled with the air-condition, while Astrid turned the car onto the road, and drove towards the highway. The gate closed automatically behind them.

Two hours later, Astrid parked the car outside the shopping mall. She led the others in, and down the stairs to the sex shop. “I figured we might as well start here,” she said while they stopped a few metres outside the door. Aisha went in first, with the black abya flowing around her as she walked. Analie was about to Cunnilingus follow, but Astrid held her back with a sly smile. “We’ll watch from here for a bit.” Inside the shop, Aisha walked up to the woman behind the counter.

“Shalom alechum, is this the whore-store?” She had put on a heavy Arabian accent, and the woman’s face took on a slightly nervous look. “It is the sex shop. W-what can I help you with?” Aisha’s voice remained completely serious, but Analie knew her well enough to tell she was smiling under the niqab. “Husband say me no longer pleas him.

What sinful object you have?” The woman put on a smile that did not look completely genuine, and led Aisha in between the shelves. “How about this?” The woman held up a set of body stockings in front of Aisha. “Do you think your husband will like these?” Aisha took one look at the garment, and screamed “Haram! Haram!”, a thick layer of righteous fury in her voice. Gasping loudly, the store-woman took a quick step back. She now looked seriously worried, and a couple of girls who had been looking at the vibrators slipped quietly out of the store.

Without giving her time to recover, Aisha picket a black leather strapon harness from a display stand. It had a big natural-looking dildo attached. “What this?” Her Cunnilingus voice still sounded angry. “It i-is a strapon. Y- you wear it l- like a real cock, and use it o- on your husband. I don’t think – ” Aisha interrupted her before she could finish. Lifting her arms towards the heavens she proclaimed “Allah hu akbar Cunnilingus visibly shrinking before Aisha now, drops of sweat appearing on her forehead.

“Careful now, or she might get so angry she explodes.” Astrid had walked up behind Aisha, with Analie trailing behind her. Hearing her joke, Aisha was no longer able to keep herself serious, and both her and Astrid burst into laughter. Analie, who had been quite shocked by Aisha’s performance, soon felt herself giggling as well.

The only one not laughing was the store-woman. “You fucking assholes! I was about to shit myself!” “Relax,” Astrid replied, drying a tear from her cheek, “it was just a joke. And I want to by a Cunnilingus harness like the one she is holding.” “Do you want a dildo to go with?”

There was still a sting of annoyance in the store-woman’s voice. “Nah, I already have a collection. Besides, I have another idea.” Astrid then turned towards Analie. “You should probably find yourself a couple of toys.

After all, you do want to masturbate at home, right?” When they left the shop Analie was carrying a plastic bag with several dildos and vibrators, along with the harness Astrid had bought. Aisha turned and waved to the store-woman. The slightly angry voice telling them “Go fuck yourselves!” made both her and Astrid giggle.

They spent a bit of time looking into the shop windows. Analie felt the plug rubbing against her prostate while they walked, and her testicles were starting to ache from the constant pressure from the jeans. She was therefor happy when they stopped Cunnilingus outside a fashion-store. “I know you might not be ready to wear girls clothes every day, but you can’t just rely on me for supplies,” Astrid said turned to the two others. Analie blushed when she was reminded of her other identity, and looked around to see if anyone had heard the remark.

Fortunately, no one were close by. They walked inside and started to pick out various garments, Aisha helping Analie pick the right sizes for skirts and underwear. The shop assistants gave Aisha a few curious looks, seeing a girl in niqab rummaging through the section for sexy underwear.

“I think these pants might look good on you.” Aisha said, handing Analie a pair of skin tight jeans with strips cut on the thighs. “I don’t know. They look like a really tight fit,” she answered, “I’ll go to the dressing room at the back.”

Once inside, she let out a sigh of relief as she unzipped her pants. For one moment her balls were finally free. She then pulled her pants down, taking a second to push her panties aside and admire the beautiful silver cage. The new sexy Cunnilingus pants were so tight she struggled to pull them on, and when she tried to close the zipper her balls ached so much she had to stop.

“She is taking quite a bit of time in there,” Aisha remarked looking over at Astrid, “Are you doing alright in there?” The two of them were waiting outside of the dressing room. “Sure, just a little issue with the zipper.” Analie sounded as though she was clenching her teeth. “I’ll help you get it up,” Astrid said with a wicked smile, while disappearing behind the curtain.

One of the Cunnilingus shop assistants was looking at them from behind the desk. Inside, Astrid quickly grabbed the zipper with one hand, and placed the other over Analie’s Cunnilingus mouth. Slowly but forcefully she pulled the zipper upwards. Analie did her best to guide her balls so they would not get pinched, while the pressure made her moan of pain into Astrid’s hand. “See, all it took was a little force” Analie noticed a hint of rasping in Astrid’s voice.

Outside, Aisha could hear Analies muffeled sounds. “Are you ok?” she asked again, “I’m going in.” quite a few people in the shop had noticed by now. Aisha closed the curtain behind her just in time to see Analie drop to her knees, taking deep breaths to deal with the pain. The dressing room was getting cramped, and Analie’s face was less than ten centimetres away from Aisha’s groin.

Astrid stepped on to the stool in the corner to give the others a bit more space. “Awe, your balls hurt.” Aisha looked down on Analie with pity in her eyes. “Maybe you should start dressing like me? It is nice and airy.” To show what she meant she started lifting up the front of her abaya, and suddenly Analie found herself face to face with Aisha’s vagina.

The sight made her Cunnilingus penis twitch in spite of the pain. “Do you feel better now?” Aisha asked in a soft voice. Analie nodded intently, before asking “Are you always nude underneath when you wear that big black thing?” “It’s an abaya, and why would I wear it if I had cloths under? Maybe you would like to give me a kiss?”

She swung her hips from side to side, while looking up at Astrid. Signalling it was allowed, Astrid unzipped her own pants, and pulled in Aisha’s face. Aisha willingly stuck her tongue into the opening, and felt it touch soft fabric. She lost herself in the moment, and let the tip dance up and down, following the contours of Astrid’s Cunnilingus clit and lips. Meanwhile, Analie was doing her best as well. She had never touched a vagina before, and with more enthusiasm than skill she went straight for the centre. Sticking her tongue as far into Aisha as she could, the taste of Aisha’s juices filled her mouth.

She heard Aisha’s muffled Cunnilingus giggling above her, and, not knowing what else to do, she started moving her tongue in and out. As she started rocking back and forth, the plug rubbing against her prostate. She felt like the chastity cage was about to burst, but it held firm.

After a minute or two, the curtain was pulled slightly aside, and a big burly mall cop stepped partly inside the fitting room. “Close the curtain behind you.” Astrid hissed at him, and he did as he was told.

Aisha was now pushed completely into the corner, out of reach of Analie’s tongue. Her legs and vagina still exposed, she turned her niqab covered face to look up at the man. Cunnilingus Analie no longer had the space to stand up, even if she had wanted to, and her cheek was pushing against the mall cop’s groin. “Look,” he said, “if you leave quietly, we won’t have to go to the Cunnilingus police, but you really can’t do this in here.” “Will you at least let us pay for the clothes before we leave?” Aisha pleaded to the man.

While holding up her abaya with one hand, she placed the other one sensually on his chest, leaning towards him. Analie felt something rapidly growing against her cheek, and managed to pull her head a few centimetres back. “Pleas, let us at least get what we came for.” While speaking in a soft voice, Aisha removed her Cunnilingus hand from the man’s chest, and slipped it down in front of Analie’s face to open his zipper. Analie was not quite sure she liked where this was heading.

It would be yet another first, and one that she might not be completely ready for. All the while, Astrid was watching them from her point of purchase, an eagle watching rabbits fucking in the open. As the man’s pants slowly opened Analie sensed an odour of sweat drifting into her nostrils.

Right in front of her Cunnilingus face Aisha’s hand slipped inside the opening, and returned with a quickly stiffening cock in its gentle grip. She kept playing with it, and it grew to touch Analie’s cheek, above her mouth. With a slight sting of envy, she noticed it was much larger than her own. There was no room to pull her head back any further, and she could hear the man breathing more heavily. Just beside her head Analie saw the man caressing Aishas vagina with his hand. “This isn’t – I’m not supposed to – ”

The man was speaking in short bursts between inbreaths. “It’s all good. You are doing exactly what you should.” Aisha’s voice was calm and comforting, yet filled with passion. His cock was now pulsating against Analie’s face, and realising what was about to happen, she had to make choice: On the face or in the mouth. Quickly she twisted her Cunnilingus neck slightly, and opened up just in time to feel a squirt of warm bitter cum hitting her tongue. It was followed by several more as Aisha kept massaging the man’s cock.

He was moaning quite audibly now.

Suddenly the curtain was ripped to the side, and an angry voice was yelling “what the fuck are you doing?!” They all landed in pile on the floor, with Analie and the mall cop at the bottom, his cock still pointing at her face. Aisha landed partly on top of him, face down. Her abaya had tangled up as she fell, leaving her ass completely bare for the world to see.

The only one with some Cunnilingus dignity left was Astrid, who landed on top of the pile, still on her feet. “Fucking,” she answered, with an evil grin. Seeing a couple of girls pointing and giggling Analie realised that the cum had been pushed back out of her mouth when she fell and was now covering her cheeks and chin. Her face reddened completely from Cunnilingus embarrassment.

They stood back up while the store manager was telling them to leave right now, if they did not want to see the police. As they covered their various genitals as best they could, one of the Cunnilingus giggling girls was nice enough to hand Analie a paper towel. The manger was gathering his breath to yell some more, so Aisha picked up their bags, and Astrid went to the counter to pay for the clothes they had picked. The cashier looked both shocked and amused, and they quietly left the shopping mall.

Back on the street, they made their way to a café. Aisha helped Analie redo her makeup in the woman’s restroom, and she changed out of the painfully tight pants, putting un a much more comfortable miniskirt.

Afterwards, they sat down by a solitary table next to the window. “So, how are you feeling?” Astrid asked Analie, her face taking on a gentle expression. “I’m not sure. I mean, it was super embarrassing, but it made me really horny at the same time.” “I know, right?” Aisha burst into the conversation, her Cunnilingus eyes glistening with excitement, “I’m still soaking wet.” They could see her reaching her hand towards her lap below the edge of the table.

“You are rather fond of being watched?” Analie looked into Aisha’s eyes, the only part of her face not covered. “Oh, yes.” The words sounded like a moan. Astrid sent Analie to buy each of them a piece of cake, and they were silent for a few minutes, until Aisha had calmed enough to hold a normal conversation.

“So, seen as my parents are gone for the rest of the weekend, I thought you might like to spend a second night at my place.” Astrid looked at the two others across the table. Analie nodded distantly. Her mind was still mostly focused on what had happened in the fitting room. Whenever she put another spoonful of creamy white cake into her mouth, she could almost taste the mall cop’s cum.

A hard look from Astrid brought her back to reality. “I’m sorry. Thank you Cunnilingus, I would very much like to spend another Cunnilingus night.” “Good.” Astrid sounded pleased. Aisha was watching the exchange, and softly remarked “I’ve noticed your parents are gone rather often.” “Yes, it’s the rich kids curse. We have to sacrifice something for our inheritances.” Astrid was joking, but Analie thought she noticed a hint of sadness in Astrid’s eyes. A moment later it was gone. “But, there is one thing.

Why don’t your family just live in Germany, if that’s where your father’s companies are?” Analie had been pondering the question for a while, and found an opportunity to ask.

Astrid turned her eyes towards Analie. “He had a falling-out with grandfather, and I think he moved partly to spite him. I have actually only met grandfather a couple of times, when I was very young. Besides, mother is Norwegian.” “Did he fight in the war?” Analie could not help but ask. “Yes, quite a lot.

Though whether you would consider him a hero or a villain really depends on your perspective. Father certainly does not consider him a hero.” Astrid did not seem to want to talk much more about her family Cunnilingus history, and turned the conversation over to Aisha. “Enough about me, did you ever tell Analie how your family came to here?”

Cunnilingus Aisha felt like she did not have much to say. “Oh, me? My parents came here as Palestinian refugees when they were young. It’s not much to talk about. And you are from Wales?” Analie had turned her attention to Aisha. “Not really, my mother was pregnant with me when she came here. Her family are quite conservative, and did not approve of my father.

I have never met any of them. I take it you both know my mother’s family is Jewish.” Aisha nodded and smiled under her niqab, while Astrid gave Analie a look she had trouble deciphering. A thought then occurred to Analie. “You know, the three of us should be in a joke: A Jew, an Arab and a German walk into a bar…”

In the evening, they returned to Astrid’s house. After they had eaten, Astrid suggested they should try out some of the stuff they had bought. Once Aisha and Analie had finished preparing themselves, she poured the contents of the bag from the sex shop onto the dining room table. She then picked out one of Analie’s new dildos.

It was of translucent PVC jelly, and had a suction base. “I’d like to see you try this one out.” Astrid said, and handed it to Analie. Sitting on her knees, Analie grabbed her but plug under the Cunnilingus miniskirt, and carefully pulled it out. The pop when the widest point passed her sphincter, left her ass feeling empty, and ready to be filled once more.

The Cunnilingus dildo stuck easily to the parquet, and she lowered herself onto it. It felt quite a bit wider than the but plug, and she had to try several times, using her breath technique.

When it was inside, she could feel her rectum slowly loosening as she started swaying back and forth. “Well you seem to be enjoying yourself.” Astrid ascertained, and got a horny moan in reply. “Have you ever been chained before?” Analie looked up at Astrid with an unsure expression. “How do you mean?” “you’ll see.” Astrid disappeared up the stairs, leaving Aisha resting her ass against the table. “you’re in for some serious fun!” Aishas eyes twinkled with lust when she spoke.

Soon Cunnilingus Astrid returned with a selection of chains and handcuffs. Telling Analie to sit tight, the two others cuffed her wrists to her ankles. The realisation that she was no longer able to leave the dildo without help made Analie’s penis stiffen in its cage. They then pulled a divan out from a corner and placed it in the middle of the room, in front of Analie.

Aisha laid her self on her back, excitement written all over her face. Astrid then attached her ands to the sides of the divan, and strapped her ankles to a spreader bar. Pulling a rope through a Cunnilingus hook in the ceiling, she lifted Aisha’s legs up, leaving them spread well apart and pointing slightly forwards.

The abaya fell down in the Cunnilingus process, leaving Aisha’s legs, ass and vagina fully exposed. Astrid noticed Analie looking towards the hook. “It was put there for a lamp, but I have found it has other uses.” She tied the rope to one of the divans legs, and turned towards the others. “Get ready for the next act. I’ll de back in a couple of minutes.”

Analie spent the time carefully studying Aisha’s vagina. “I know what you are looking at, and by the way, your cunnilingus technique needs some improvement.” She heard Aisha’s playful voice.

Moments later Cunnilingus, Analie heard hard Cunnilingus footsteps down the stair. Turning her head over her shoulder, she saw Astrid stepping into the room. She was wearing black riding boots over knee-high stockings which ended just below the edge of her black skirt. A black double-breasted uniform jacket with skulls and rose-pink edges on the collar covered her upper Cunnilingus body, and a peaked cap rounded out the outfit. “A copy of grandfather’s old jacket,”

she said stamping across the floor, a riding whip in her hand and a large bulge at the front of her skirt. The outfit made Analie uneasy. “Mistress, I’m not sure if –” “Shut up. And it is Kommandant.”

The hard rasping sound was back in Astrids voice. She gave Analie a light stroke with the whip across her back, which made her shiver, and walked over to Aisha.

“And now, mein kleiner Araberhore, it is time fore you to have a taste of pork.” Aisha almost squealed with excitement as Astrid slowly lifted the front of her skirt. To Analie’s surprise the rising skirt did not reveal a dildo. Instead, she saw a huge sausage protruding from the strap-on harness. “But, before the main course, how about an appetizer.” Astrid let her skirt go again, the front still being held up by the sausage. She then fished a wiener sausage chain out of her jacket, and started lubing Aisha’s anus. “By the prophet’s name, pleas no!” Aisha was a good actress, but Analie could tell she was really enjoying this.

“Beg like a Cunnilingus bitch! Es macht mir geil.” Astrid was now forcing the wieners one by one up Aisha’s rectum. She threw herself against her restraints and begged incoherently, but Astrid gave her a lash across the ass, and kept feeding. Analie felt herself once more start to sway back and forth, the dildo rubbing wonderfully against her prostate.

When only the last wiener was partially protruding, Aisha was sobbing quietly. Astrid straightened her self and started lubing up the giant sausage protruding from her groin.

She then grabbed Aisha’s ankles, and, with a sudden thrust, forced the sausage into the defenceless vagina. The scream Aisha let out was bloodcurdling Cunnilingus , and the shock made Analie stop swaying for a second. “Schrei Hore! Jetzt willst du nach Gehenna fahren!” The growling in Astrid’s voice was harder than Analie had ever heard it before, and her eyes were glistening.

More Cunnilingus screams followed as Astrid started finding a rhythm, before Aisha started reciting in Arabic.

Her recitation was periodically interrupted by moans, which grew louder and louder. Fore the first time in weeks, Analie felt an orgasm slowly building.

She watched Astrid pounding away, and listened to Aisha’s moans, while swaying her ass back and forth on the dildo. Drops of precum were falling from her cage, leaving strings to the floor. “Fühlen mein große Bratwurst!” Astrid roared with a voice like a carnivorous beast, and Aisha screamed in incoherent ecstasy. Upon hearing the screams of pleasure, Analie could not stop her self from Cunnilingus moaning.

She felt her cock pulsing in its confinement, driven by the overpowering sensations riding her prostate. She moaned Cunnilingus louder, and squirt after squirt of thick white Cunnilingus liquid shot out of her cage, her hips rolling uncontrollably back and forth, thrusting the dildo in and out.

Then, Analie heard the door to the hall open. She turned her head to see Astrid’s father, suitcase in hand, staring at them. Even so, she could not stop her hips, and kept squirting a few more times before she came to rest. At this point, the girls on the divan also noticed something was wrong. “Was tun sie!” The shock was clear in his face.

He then pulled him self together, and turned to Astrid. “Please Cunnilingus, come with me to the Cunnilingus  kitchen.” She followed him out, leaving the other two behind. They heard the door close, and angry voices from the other side. “So, how are you feeling?” Aisha managed to lift her upper body a bit up from the divan, and looked down at Analie.

Her Cunnilingus eyes smiled when she saw the stains below the Analie’s cage. “I can see that you came.” Analie took a few seconds to gather her thoughts. “I’m feeling better than I have in weeks, actually. Though I am still a bit horny.” “Nice, I liked giving you the show.” Aisha put her head back down, and looked towards the ceiling. “You know, it was amazing when she showed all those wieners up my ass, but I think it is time fore them to come out now.

Do you think you could help me with that?” They heard a loud bang from the kitchen, like a cast iron kettle hitting the floor. “I’m not sure if I can reach you. I’ll try.” Analie started slowly shoving her feet forwards. As she moved ahead, the dildo was gradually pulled out. It let go with a plop, bouncing back and forth on the floor, slapping her in the ass crack. A loud voice made them both turn their head towards the kitchen. “Accept it! I don’t feel ashamed of grandfather’s legacy.

He was among Germany’s greatest Cunnilingus!” A male Cunnilingus voice replied. “Your Cunnilingus grandfather’s legacy is death and suffering!” The yelling continued as Analie made her way across the floor, her hands still chained to her ankles.

Once she reached the divan, she heard Aisha’s voice again. “I think the end of the last one still sticks out. Can you grab it?” “My hands are tied.” Analie pulled on her chains. “I meant with your Cunnilingus mouth.” Analie flushed as she poked her face in between Aisha’s but cheeks, and she heard her giggle when she closed her mouth around the end.

Carefully she started shoving her feet backwards, feeling Aisha’s ass first gripping the sausage, and then letting it go. She kept moving until the entire sausage chain came out and fell to the floor.

A few minutes later Astrid stepped back into the dining room. “You have removed the wieners I see. Anyway, father says he will be in the garage until we have cleaned the place.” Astrid’s voice was somewhat hoarse, but otherwise normal.

She looked around a bit for the keys, before releasing Analie. Her Cunnilingus knees ached when she straightened them. Together they untied Aisha, and helped her up from the divan. “You can still stay for the Cunnilingus night, and,” both Astrid and Aisha turned towards Analie, “there was one thing we were meaning to ask you.” “Go on,” Analie responded.

“You see, me and Aisha have been planning to go on an interrail Cunnilingus trip, starting two weeks from now. Since we have gotten to know you, we have decided we would like you to come along.” Cunnilingus Analie was almost struck speechless. A few tears in her eyes she finally answered. “No-one has ever asked me anything like that before. Of course, I want to tag along.”

Seeing how moved Analie was, Aisha reached out and hugged her tight. “Good thing you will be coming, because I was sure as hell not going to leave the keys behind.” Astrid’s joke came with a genuine smile.

When Edwyn left the house the next day he could not wait for two weeks to pass. He had also stopped hoping to be released from the cage.