30-10-2022, 03:03 PM
Like that of her upper torso, her lower flesh (her cunt lips and just above it) has an enticing blend of colors: it is tawny with a slight hint of pink. In addition, padded as it is by a thin layer of fat beneath, the skin on her tummy has a texture which defies all attempts at artificial reproduction: it can be found only on a woman in her prime or a baby in its infancy.
I brought my hands forward, placed my thumbs at the edge of the crater containing her bellybutton, and spread them so that my palms and fingers would encompass her stomach. she gasped when she felt my fingers probe through the soft tissue to the firm muscles responsible for maintaining the rounded hemisphere.
I removed my hands from her lower belly and brought the forefinger of my right hand to the edge of the crater at the bottom of which lies her bellybutton. Seated on the little ledge at the junction of her tummy with her waist, the ring of flesh below my fingertip was slightly puckered, and I knew that it would be exquisitely sensitive to my slightest touch. Thus, before beginning the torment for which that region was destined, I warned Zarine that I intended to make it difficult to stand the sensations that I would be causing her but that she should concentrate on those sensations and to resist her desire to avoid or diminish them.
Without further delay, I ran the tip of my forefinger along the rim of her navel, barely touching but never loosing contact with her deliciously smooth skin. After several circuits, Zarine's head dropped back, I could not see her face, but I suspected that she had closed her eyes and was making a valiant effort to comply with my wishes. When I saw that she had learned how to absorb and enjoy the sensations, I began allowing my finger to penetrate further.
Each time that my finger reached the bottom of her navel, I could see a shiver pass over her body and felt her abdominal muscles tighten around the digit intruding into their midst.
Having my finger gripped in the silken sleeve of her navel was a remarkably sensual experience. Of course I knew full well that, in large part, its sensuality derived from its role as surrogate for a more conventional form of sexual intercourse, but that realization did not detract from my pleasure at having my finger embedded in such a wonderfully responsive nest as the one Zarine was providing it.
At first it required all of Zarine's will power to tolerate the invasion of her navel. However, after she had resigned herself to accepting it, her body language changed and began to indicate that she had learned to not only accept but even enjoy having her bellybutton probed. For one thing, she brought her head forward so that she could observe her own tummy. For another, she adjusted herself on my knees so that she could spread her legs further apart and tip her pelvis forward. In that position, her torso formed a beautiful semicircle whose inner circumference was decorated above by her breasts and below by swell of her protruding belly. For a while, she was content to play a passive role, simply savoring her new found pleasure. But as her excitement grew, she began expressing it by raising her hips and thrusting her pelvis in the same way as she would during intercourse at the onset of orgasm. Sensing that she was in fact on the brink of orgasm, I placed my hand on her crotch into the crevice between her spread labia.
I removed my hands from her lower belly and brought the forefinger of my right hand to the edge of the crater at the bottom of which lies her bellybutton. Seated on the little ledge at the junction of her tummy with her waist, the ring of flesh below my fingertip was slightly puckered, and I knew that it would be exquisitely sensitive to my slightest touch. Thus, before beginning the torment for which that region was destined, I warned Zarine that I intended to make it difficult to stand the sensations that I would be causing her but that she should concentrate on those sensations and to resist her desire to avoid or diminish them.
Without further delay, I ran the tip of my forefinger along the rim of her navel, barely touching but never loosing contact with her deliciously smooth skin. After several circuits, Zarine's head dropped back, I could not see her face, but I suspected that she had closed her eyes and was making a valiant effort to comply with my wishes. When I saw that she had learned how to absorb and enjoy the sensations, I began allowing my finger to penetrate further.
Each time that my finger reached the bottom of her navel, I could see a shiver pass over her body and felt her abdominal muscles tighten around the digit intruding into their midst.
Having my finger gripped in the silken sleeve of her navel was a remarkably sensual experience. Of course I knew full well that, in large part, its sensuality derived from its role as surrogate for a more conventional form of sexual intercourse, but that realization did not detract from my pleasure at having my finger embedded in such a wonderfully responsive nest as the one Zarine was providing it.
At first it required all of Zarine's will power to tolerate the invasion of her navel. However, after she had resigned herself to accepting it, her body language changed and began to indicate that she had learned to not only accept but even enjoy having her bellybutton probed. For one thing, she brought her head forward so that she could observe her own tummy. For another, she adjusted herself on my knees so that she could spread her legs further apart and tip her pelvis forward. In that position, her torso formed a beautiful semicircle whose inner circumference was decorated above by her breasts and below by swell of her protruding belly. For a while, she was content to play a passive role, simply savoring her new found pleasure. But as her excitement grew, she began expressing it by raising her hips and thrusting her pelvis in the same way as she would during intercourse at the onset of orgasm. Sensing that she was in fact onthe brink of orgasm, I placed my hand on her crotch into the crevice between her spread labia.
I worked my hands in concert: the right hand continuing its excavation of her navel and the left stroking, without penetrating, the intricate folds of flesh in the vicinity of her vulva. It did not take long for my insidious manipulation of her body to register.
Zarine remained still for as long as she could, but, as her orgasm approached its crescendo, her body took command and she was forced to abandon control her convulsing body. Finally, with a cry of relief, she flung herself forward, pressing her breasts against my chest while clamping her thighs around my hand between her legs.
I brought my hands forward, placed my thumbs at the edge of the crater containing her bellybutton, and spread them so that my palms and fingers would encompass her stomach. she gasped when she felt my fingers probe through the soft tissue to the firm muscles responsible for maintaining the rounded hemisphere.
I removed my hands from her lower belly and brought the forefinger of my right hand to the edge of the crater at the bottom of which lies her bellybutton. Seated on the little ledge at the junction of her tummy with her waist, the ring of flesh below my fingertip was slightly puckered, and I knew that it would be exquisitely sensitive to my slightest touch. Thus, before beginning the torment for which that region was destined, I warned Zarine that I intended to make it difficult to stand the sensations that I would be causing her but that she should concentrate on those sensations and to resist her desire to avoid or diminish them.
Without further delay, I ran the tip of my forefinger along the rim of her navel, barely touching but never loosing contact with her deliciously smooth skin. After several circuits, Zarine's head dropped back, I could not see her face, but I suspected that she had closed her eyes and was making a valiant effort to comply with my wishes. When I saw that she had learned how to absorb and enjoy the sensations, I began allowing my finger to penetrate further.
Each time that my finger reached the bottom of her navel, I could see a shiver pass over her body and felt her abdominal muscles tighten around the digit intruding into their midst.
Having my finger gripped in the silken sleeve of her navel was a remarkably sensual experience. Of course I knew full well that, in large part, its sensuality derived from its role as surrogate for a more conventional form of sexual intercourse, but that realization did not detract from my pleasure at having my finger embedded in such a wonderfully responsive nest as the one Zarine was providing it.
At first it required all of Zarine's will power to tolerate the invasion of her navel. However, after she had resigned herself to accepting it, her body language changed and began to indicate that she had learned to not only accept but even enjoy having her bellybutton probed. For one thing, she brought her head forward so that she could observe her own tummy. For another, she adjusted herself on my knees so that she could spread her legs further apart and tip her pelvis forward. In that position, her torso formed a beautiful semicircle whose inner circumference was decorated above by her breasts and below by swell of her protruding belly. For a while, she was content to play a passive role, simply savoring her new found pleasure. But as her excitement grew, she began expressing it by raising her hips and thrusting her pelvis in the same way as she would during intercourse at the onset of orgasm. Sensing that she was in fact on the brink of orgasm, I placed my hand on her crotch into the crevice between her spread labia.
I removed my hands from her lower belly and brought the forefinger of my right hand to the edge of the crater at the bottom of which lies her bellybutton. Seated on the little ledge at the junction of her tummy with her waist, the ring of flesh below my fingertip was slightly puckered, and I knew that it would be exquisitely sensitive to my slightest touch. Thus, before beginning the torment for which that region was destined, I warned Zarine that I intended to make it difficult to stand the sensations that I would be causing her but that she should concentrate on those sensations and to resist her desire to avoid or diminish them.
Without further delay, I ran the tip of my forefinger along the rim of her navel, barely touching but never loosing contact with her deliciously smooth skin. After several circuits, Zarine's head dropped back, I could not see her face, but I suspected that she had closed her eyes and was making a valiant effort to comply with my wishes. When I saw that she had learned how to absorb and enjoy the sensations, I began allowing my finger to penetrate further.
Each time that my finger reached the bottom of her navel, I could see a shiver pass over her body and felt her abdominal muscles tighten around the digit intruding into their midst.
Having my finger gripped in the silken sleeve of her navel was a remarkably sensual experience. Of course I knew full well that, in large part, its sensuality derived from its role as surrogate for a more conventional form of sexual intercourse, but that realization did not detract from my pleasure at having my finger embedded in such a wonderfully responsive nest as the one Zarine was providing it.
At first it required all of Zarine's will power to tolerate the invasion of her navel. However, after she had resigned herself to accepting it, her body language changed and began to indicate that she had learned to not only accept but even enjoy having her bellybutton probed. For one thing, she brought her head forward so that she could observe her own tummy. For another, she adjusted herself on my knees so that she could spread her legs further apart and tip her pelvis forward. In that position, her torso formed a beautiful semicircle whose inner circumference was decorated above by her breasts and below by swell of her protruding belly. For a while, she was content to play a passive role, simply savoring her new found pleasure. But as her excitement grew, she began expressing it by raising her hips and thrusting her pelvis in the same way as she would during intercourse at the onset of orgasm. Sensing that she was in fact onthe brink of orgasm, I placed my hand on her crotch into the crevice between her spread labia.
I worked my hands in concert: the right hand continuing its excavation of her navel and the left stroking, without penetrating, the intricate folds of flesh in the vicinity of her vulva. It did not take long for my insidious manipulation of her body to register.
Zarine remained still for as long as she could, but, as her orgasm approached its crescendo, her body took command and she was forced to abandon control her convulsing body. Finally, with a cry of relief, she flung herself forward, pressing her breasts against my chest while clamping her thighs around my hand between her legs.
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