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let go and my thighs parted. If he looked up from kissing my stocking clad leg he would be able to see my pussy slit waiting for him.
    His hands were at the leg bands of the stockings now, his mouth above my knee. Again a tiny pressure and again my legs relaxed further apart. In the mirror I saw him look up toward his eventual target, certain he could scent my arousal, as without being told I spread them further still. My whole pussy was now on display to him as his fingers continued to work their magic, tracing lines of fire across my tender inner thighs, his mouth following on behind.
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    As I breathed I was drawing her scent into my nostrils, as my head moved closer and closer to the unfurling petals of her pussy. My finger tips were now teasing and tantalising her, a couple of inches below the target. For several minutes she’d been unable to keep still, her hips churning in increasingly lewd manoeuvres. She had, however, managed to keep her arms in the position I’d told her to, leaving her entire body at my complete and utter mercy.
    The closer I moved to my target the wider she spread her legs, no longer needing any urging from my hands to do so. Each further indication of surrender, both to me and to her rising lust, increased my own pleasure. I was rock hard, uncomfortably so within the confines of my trousers but I intended to continue the torture at my own pace, not at hers. I’d told her she was there for my pleasure not hers. What I hadn’t elaborated on was how much my pleasure depended on hers as well.
    My fingers reached the juncture of her legs, still moving slowly, gently caressing rather than insistently probing. As my index fingers fleetingly touched her outer labia, her ass left the floor as she thrust up and a loud moan escaped her lips. As my hands moved onto the slick, coated surface of the area around her pussy, rather than the pussy itself, I could see her flesh trembling.
    I’d told her I intended to leave some love bites on her inner thighs and that was what I now proceeded to do. Each time I sucked her flesh into my mouth and applied pressure with my teeth she thrashed around, caught on the threshold between pain and pleasure. Her moans increased in volume as the sensations rippled through her. In front of my face I could see her pussy quivering in her excitement as the waves of pleasure won that particular battle.
    My face moved closer until finally my mouth was only an inch from her slit. I removed my hands, bringing them back alongside me, catching hold of her thighs and lifting them into the air. They moved willingly as she steepled her knees, spreading ever wider as my hands moved under her backside to cup her ass cheeks. This too lifted in the air, presenting her slit to my tongue without resistance. A continuous babble of moans, gasps and sighs issuing from her mouth provided a strangely arrhythmic soundtrack to the otherwise silent lift car.
    Slowly I licked around and then along the outer pussy lips, tasting her for the first time. The moment my tongue touched her slit she writhed on top of my hands, lifting herself further and thrashing her hips from side to side. The moans increased and increased and eventually became coherent.
    “I’m cumming! God, I’m cumming! Please don’t stop, do more, please . . . more!”
    A moment later there was a load squeal and I felt her fluids gush out to coat my lips and chin with her sweet nectar. The violent trembles in her body slowly subsided as she came down from the peak and I allowed her a moment to adjust but then began to lick the soaking wet lips of her pussy in earnest.
    Extending my tongue, I licked down one side from the clit to between her slit and her asshole, then back up the other side, each passage of my tongue finding a fresh coating of her moisture. At the top I circled her erected clit with the tip of my tongue, bringing a groan of pleasure from her. At random intervals I stopped the circle and darted my tongue deep