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After a huge orgasm with a man’s face buried between my legs, there have been more than a few times that I’ve let just the tiniest little-bitty pffft of wind slip out of me.
I’ve been HORRIFIED when this has happened.
Hor-ri-fied. Completely. I’ve apologized profusely. Once I even gave up oral sex for a couple of months out of fear of a repeat pffft.
I am happy to report that I’ve been cured — permanently, I hope — from embarrassment over this small misplaced bodily function. Because now, you see, I’ve experienced the pffft from the other side.
I nestled between her generously spread thighs, doing the things I’ve wanted to try for years now. I attempted to find a rhythm; I tried to keep that slippery little nub under my tongue as she thrashed around (and as I was pounded into by her husband behind me).
Every so often she’d moan that I was hitting just the right spot, don’t stop, please don’t stop! But as a complete novice (except in my fantasies, which don’t really count), I miserably failed to keep doing what she wanted and as a result her arousal slid down a notch.
But finally, my face coated with her juices and my nose so buried in her mons that I could barely breathe, finally I managed to keep my rhythm. She begged me not to stop. I didn’t stop. I would sooner have died than stopped. Her hips rolled; I held her tightly with my elbows and pinched her nipples in an effort to keep her still.
I sucked her hood and clit into my mouth again and again, running my tongue along the underside of her clit with each suck. She tasted so good. She smelled so good. Her clit felt so good on my tongue. And her husband’s fat cock in my pussy wasn’t hurting matters either.
At last she came for me. If I’d have had a hand free, I would have patted myself on the back for making her come that hard. For making her come at all, truth be told.
She got very sensitive the second she was done coming. She sat up to push me away, and that’s when the tiny pffft escaped.
And now I can tell you honestly, from the perspective of the one pffft-ed on: I was not the least bit bothered. It was like a compliment, like a testament to how hard I’d made her come, like an appreciative burp at the end of a good meal. I’ve embraced the pffft. I hope in the future to have many more episodes where I cause the pffft and where I produce the pffft.
How about you? Have you pfft-ed? Have you caused the pffft? Thoughts on the pffft, please? Share below.
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Desire X
tech reader on May 28th, 2007 
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aag on May 29th, 2007 
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Kore on May 31st, 2007 
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Pepper
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