He was good at geometry and loved drawing circles especially around her bellybutton....

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"You're beautiful" he whispered as he scattered kisses along the incision line and over to her bellybutton.
When he heard her release the breath she'd been holding ,he slipped his tongue inside the well of her navel. He heard her gasp again ,but this time in a different way,an excited way.
She said,"I want you to lick my bellybutton while looking up at me."...

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"Hehe, you know, I used to wear BELLYBUTTON shirts a lot when I was your age. My belly looked alot like yours, but your belly button is much SEXIER than mine."
The way Sheela said "sexier" made Tamanna feel a bit turned on.
She became even more AROUSED and even more red-faced when Sheela, still smiling, swiftly stuck her finger right into her NAVEL and wiggled it around.
Tamanna giggled a bit to see Sheela FINGERING her own belly button for a few moments.
Tamanna then lifted up her own SAREE to expose a surprisingly tight MIDRIFF and an inbetweenie belly button.
"Mine's just a small INBETWEENIE," she said as she poked her finger into her own belly button...

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A delicate girl from outside and a strong woman from inside,thats what she is. In this world of fake reality and unrestricted lust she looks around for someone to fulfill her deep inner desires.
Many admire her,she is happy-go-lucky, successful and has a loving family and many good friends. Yet her deepest inner desires are yet to be fulfilled.
It's late at night and she can't sleep. Lying on the bed she pulls up her top. She likes wearing tank tops and flaunting her soft creamy belly with the deep oval navel nestled in it. Even the light breeze in the room makes her exposed navel feel excited,sensitive and aware. She gently caresses her navel.
Most of the times she sleeps with these fantasies in her mind. Her boyfriend loves her very much but he is the usual guy who knows sex but not how to deal with bellybutton fetish...

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She was standing next to him with her ARMS up,tying her hair into a ponytail. She wasn't facing him but instead stared out of the open window so that he was looking at her from the side. She was putting on a show and he was her audience. And she liked it.
He could see her stroking her hair back in an effort to contain it and organize it into one manageable bunch. In doing so her BLOUSE rose away from her SAREE and above her perfect BELLYBUTTON and remained comfortably in between her NAVEL and her bust. Since she was facing sideways,he could make out every sensual CURVE of her luscious BELLY. He noticed how the hem of her blouse was seductively stroking her TUMMY skin and wondered what her thoughts were while feeling it...

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"SQUIRT some chocolate syrup on my BELLY until it covers my belly button, and runs down my sides."

"Yes, here it comes. Drench my TUMMY with chocolate."

"Make my button all slippery and WET."

The first stream of chocolate syrup finds it's mark and strafes across her BELLYBUTTON, settling into the crease of the button's circumference and the slight crack running vertically down the middle. I use my FINGER to gently massage the rich liquid into her CORE. Within seconds she cries out,

"Oh god....oh god......I'm CUMMING!!!"

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They are now leaned against a WALL. He picks up a lock of dripping hair from her FACE and tucks it behind her earlobe. He then picks up another and yet another till her face is clear and flushed. Following one droplet down her NECK and shoulders his FINGERS reach the edge of her BLOUSE. The grip on her WAIST eases also tracing cold WET lines with each of his swift fingers across, over the BELLYBUTTON, exposing more SKIN with every inch of movement. Pink, painted nails clutch at his waist, tighter...

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I was standing there - aroused! Her stomach was really smooth, silky and flat with a little paunch around her belly button. Her small mound had a big deep navel, and looked so sexy. It almost looks like a second vagina. It was inviting me to taste it. I first blew some air on her belly button and looked at her expression as she was enjoying the tickle of air on her belly. I was dying to kiss her belly button...

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On seeing her bare midriff,he was in complete and utter awe.
Her arms,now raised,had caused her tiny shirt to rise up. The bottom hem,instead of barely reaching her jeans,was not just below her breasts.
Her tan,soft belly was on full display gleaming brightly as it basked in the rising sun.
Her bellybutton(usually a deep circle shape) was taking on a diamond-like appearance as her torso strained to keep up with her stretched arms.
The sun was angled perfectly enough to pierce her dark hole with beams of light.
Every single teasing fold within her bellybutton was illuminated.
Her jeans were conveniently low-rise and exposed a mouthwatering swath of her chubby lower belly as well.
lt was a sight to die for and he couldn't believe his eyes...

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The pearl on her nose
Her blossomed lilies
Nectar dripping
The solitary eye in her belly
And the extended line to her earth
Buried deep

I tried to probe
But got lost
In her mystical intensity

I wasn't the one
There were others
Shallow waters we were
In her oceanic abyss...

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