Pulling Lesbian Orgasm

Inside I rejoiced.
Her tongue had discovered my neck though, and she was certainly in
charge. After a few moments of nibbling and kissing my skin below the
hairline on the back of my neck, she pushed me to my back. Her tongue
traced a slow and ever so sensitive trail along my chest and tummy.

When she reached my legs, she very gently worked back and forth from
one leg to the other until she had worked down to my toes, sucking
them, and back to my crotch. I was by now writhing, bucking up
whenever I sensed her near my sex. Her breath tingled in the tiny
hairs, drawing me towards her.

She flitted her little pink tongue across my outer lips, sending a
tingling heat radiating outward wherever she touched. Soon she touched
the hot spot, and a jolt of sensation sent me into a humping wave
motion, now making so much noise the neighbors must hear. I shoved a
hand into my mouth, hoping to suppress the sounds sex brings out.

Her tongue did lazy circles at my sex. It jolted me into stronger and
stronger motions. And she found a way to get those wonderful soft
fingers up to my nipples, rolling them softly, bringing out
surprisingly sharp sensual feelings there too.

A moment later I came. The bus had been a gentle ride. This was
violently rough. I screamed into my fist, still in my mouth. My hair
tossed from side to side as I rolled my head in total sublimation to
the act. Angie had pulled my orgasm from me and it was a strong force,
bouncing me against her face.