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I arrive at her house. I park my car, and reach across the passenger seat to retrieve my bag. I pop out, quickly cover the few paces to the steps and up to the door. I pull out my phone and text her, "I’m here," punch the code into the lock, and let myself in. Up the short flight of stairs and on into the kitchen, where she and her tall, athletic body greet me with a warm, albeit brief hug.

She pours me a glass of water and we catch up on the recent goings on in our lives. We gossip: about our friends and their plans now that we’ve all graduated, about boyfriends and girlfriends, about our new roommate assignments.

I pull out the camera out of my bag, and fool around with the settings. I verify that I’ve got the exposure correct, then beginning to analyze the lighting situation in the room. I finish, look up at her and say, "Well, are we gonna do this or what?"

"I suppose," she replies.

"Shame it’s just the two of us," I say, "I can’t paint and shoot at the same time"

"We’ll figure it out, I’m sure"

I remove the paints and some small brushes from my bag; she begins to remove her shirt. I look up up to meet her only slightly uncomfortable gaze, and then back town toward her now bare chest.

"No bra?"

"Why would I? I’ve been home all day, and I knew we were going to take it off anyway. Besides," she continues, "it’s not like I’ve got much in the way of tits to begin with."

"Fair enough," I reply, uncapping the first paint, a red one. "We’re doing flowers, right? Or the closest I can get to that, I guess?"

"Yeah, not like I’d do much better though, so no worries."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence"

She sits down at the table, across the corner from me, within arms reach. I dip a small brush into the red paint. "Here goes," I say, lacking in confidence, as I reach across toward her left side.

She takes a sharp breath in as the wet paint and the bristles brush against her bare nipple, the formerly loose skin now pulled tight together, creating little bumps all over the surface. She bites her lip. "Cold?" I ask.

"No, just sensitive."

"Should I keep going?"

She nods the affirmative, and I lightly touch the brush to the same spot again, spreading the red color to cover her nipple. Her eyes are closed, and air passes in slow controlled manner through her slightly parted lips. I dip my brush back in the paint, place my left hand above her breast, and pull the skin taught, like a barber as he prepares to shave with a straight razor. I drag the brush slowly but intentionally in a curve, up from the center, around, and then back, nearly to the starting point, the line forming a first curve of something resembling a petal.

"Fuck," she sighs, "how long are you going to keep teasing me like that?"

"Like what?" I ask, innocently. "Like this?" I say as I flick the very tip of her nipple with the brush, causing her to shudder slightly. I drop the brush and move my now free hand across to the other nipple, lighting dragging my fingertips across it. "Like this?"

"Fuck you," she says, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me in for a kiss. Her lips are thin and chapped, and her sharp tongue quickly pokes through, navigating through the oscillating lips and teeth from her mouth into mine. I roll her one nipple between my fingers, my other hand cupping other breast, both now red with paint. She moans in my mouth.

I break the kiss off unceremoniously and lean down across the table, taking her one paint-free breast into my mouth. She gasps audibly as I flick it with my tongue, and her leg extends, rubbing with mine under the table; her hand moves forward blindly, quickly finding its desired resting place on my knee. I can feel myself, already incomprehensible hard, straining against the zipper of my shorts.

I stand and so does she. I step around the corner to her side of the table, putting my hand on her shoulder as she turns to face me. She takes half a step back, now against the table. I reach one hand down to her thigh, and gently pull her leg up, until she take the hint and sits on the edge of the table, legs spread, facing me. I step forward, pulling her into an embrace and kiss in one. She wraps her legs around me, pulling my hips toward hers, and my concealed (yet still raging) erection into the fabric of her short athletic shorts.

I kiss her, and we grind our hips into each other, moaning and sighing with pleasure at each thrust. She reaches down to the hem of my shirt and lifts: we break apart for the briefest moment for her to pull it over my head, and then our lips are instantly re-attached. My hand roam up and down her bare back, touching at the back of her head, clasping onto her round ass. Hers rest at my hips, but begin to creep forward and flirt with the idea of unbuckling my belt.

My lips and tongue trail across her neck, as pulls through, loop by loop, until she holds it in one hand and drops with a clatter to the ground. With one hand in her hair, behind her head, the other seeks, then finds the elastic waistband of her shorts. I slip my fingers down the back, grabbing her butt though nothing but a thin layer of fabric. My mouth travels down her chest, ignoring the paint-y taste, straight to her nipple, while my other hand joins the first, wrapping around and tugging on her waistband.

I drop to my knees. I pull her shorts forward and she leans back, allowing them to slip off. I rest my hand against her lower abdomen, palm on the fabric of her panties, fingers on her stomach as playfully lick her thigh. I make my way up slowly, until my open mouth rests on her underwear, the cotton already wet from her slickness underneath. I look up at her, and make eye contact as I pull the soaked fabric to one side and give her one long lick, from the opening at the bottom, to the very top.

She shuts her eyes, and as my tongue first brushes over her clit, she first gasps, then moans out slowly. I pull her panties down her legs, now off completely, and then repeat: a slow lick from bottom to top. Again she moans. Again I lick.

She reaches down, putting her hand in my hair, pulling me into her. I lick. I suction my whole mouth over her clit, and flick it with my tongue. She begins to grind my face into her soaking pussy, getting her natural personal lubricant all over my face.

As I lick and grind my tongue into her, she writhes on the table, now leaning back, supported by the hand not forcing me into her. I continue and her moaning continues, louder and louder, and as the crescendo peaks, she clenches he thighs together against my head, but nothing can stop me now. I lick and lick, until somehow she recovers enough to pull me by the hair from free amateur nudity my place on the floor, and into her arms.

"Holy shit," she whispers, before her lips lock with mine, the first true words in many minutes. She sits up, looks down at the obvious bulge in my shorts, looks up at me, and says, now more audibly, "Let’s see what we can do about that."

She unbuttons, unzips, and reaches down, not having to search hard to locate the erection through the fabric on my boxers. I exhale deeply. She kisses me, pushes me back into the chair, and slides off the table. She quickly wrestles my pants off, and frees my cock from the confines of my underwear, pulling down on the elastic until it pops itself out, into the open.

She touches it, gingerly, at first, running the tips of her fingers along the private sex pictures bottom of the shaft. Deciding that there’s still too much in the way, she grips the elastic at the top of my boxers, pulling them down my legs to join all the other various garments strewn across the floor. She now grips the shaft more confidently, and with a gentle up down motion of the hand, I let out a nude karups deep sigh that slides into a moan.

"I don’t think I can wait any longer" she says, leaning in to kiss, hand still stroking.

"I don’t think I can either," I somehow manage, between long sighing breaths.

She lets go, stands, and covers the ground to the door of her room, on the other side of the kitchen, very efficiently. She returns a moment later, condom in hand.

"I hope it fits, it’s all I’ve got"

"It shouldn’t be an issue," I say, as she tears open the wrapper, placing the latex on the top of my erection. She looks me in the eye as she rolls it down, leans forward and whispers,

"I’m ready, I want you."

She straddles me, one hand on my shoulder, the other rubbing herself. I slide down, just a tad, one hand on my erection, positioning it correctly beneath her. She begins to lower herself. As we make contact, I pull forward a little, rubbing the tip on her slickness, before pushing it back into place. As I enter her, and she continues to lower herself at a nearly intolerable rate, her mouth already open and breathing deep, I place my tongue once again on her breast and lick.

Finally, our hips meet, and I am totally enveloped inside her. We sit like this for a moment, eyes hungry, taking each other in.

"Everything ok?" I ask.

"Yeah," she whispers back, lifting herself just slightly, before dropping into contact again. Eyes shut, inside each other, she gyrates her hips, grinding herself into my pelvis, while I push around everywhere inside her. I place my thumb on her clit and begin to rub. She moans, and after a moment, she begins to shake. First only a little, then more and more and orgasm overwhelms her, until she collapses forward, with her head on my shoulder.

I cease rubbing, and she presses our lips together.

"I want you to fuck me," she says.

I need no more instruction. Still inside her, I lift her as I stand, return her to the table, and pull out halfway, only to push in again. I pull out, almost all the way this time, then I slam our hips back together, my hands on her hips, and we both gasp in delight. Soon I’m pounding into her as hard as I can. Each time we come together she lets out a high pitched moan, and I let out some sort of primal grunt.

amateur girls galleries I can feel my orgasm building, and as I reach my point of no return, I warn her,

"unghh, I’m coming,"

I pull her as close as possible, my dick twitching and spasming inside her as I release.

I hold her here for a moment, and as the sensation passes, I pull myself out, removing and discarding the condom. I pull her in for a kiss. She sits on the table, still naked, and I recline in the chair, starting to pull my boxers back on.

"Well," I say, "so much for the painting and photos."