She stood before me.My eyes were still glued to her MIDRIFF which was only an elbow length away from my face.I swallowed hard and looked up at her as though still unsure that she was playing some sort of tricks on me.
She smiled down upon me and tenderly took my cheeks on her palms and guided my face gently against her BELLY. She gasped as she felt my face pressing against her belly and closed her eyes,waiting for me to respond. She didn't have to wait long because the very next moment my hands came up sliding up her thighs to her WAIST.I moved aside her SAREE pallu and breathed in the scent of her NAVEL making her shiver.
I gently pressed a kiss and snuggled my FACE into her belly as though relishing in the feel of her soft skin against my face. She was surprised and endeared by my tenderness and began to gently run her hands through my hair.I began kissing...,deep snuggling KISSES that pampered every inch of belly. She was in heaven literally. She closed her EYES and tilted her head back letting the sensations wash over her...
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His eyes drifted down her supine body,lingering sensually on the wedge of pale skin exposed below the hem of her blouse. She must have inadvertently dragged the waistband of her saree lower,because now he could see the hollow of her navel.
He caught his breath as he was fighting the need to spread his hands on her soft skin to feel her warmth.
The curve of her midriff was such a temptation. If he kissed her there,where the indentation of her waist provided a perfect hollow for his lips,would she taste as sweet as he remembered???-
I pushed my FINGER in harder and began making up and down motions inside her navel in SAREE. She rolled her eyes back and choked out a laugh, then tried to silence herself. Engaged in the competition, I shifted my body and used my right hand to make SPIDERY movements on her right side, just above the widening of her WAIST. She gasped and giggled madly, and to my own surprise I smiled an evil smile. Without a word I pulled my finger out of her NAVEL, then used both my hands to gently torture her whole STOMACH. I blessed my nails as they dragged across her skin, making her TWITCH and clench every muscle. Still, she did not move her hands, and fought to keep them clutching the pillow under her head in pursuit of an erogenous ORGASM...
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He had never SEEN a sight so beautiful! She DID have a sweetly-pronounced navel mound! Remembering every characteristic of her lovely body, he realized that in his eyes, she had the most PERFECT waist he had ever SEEN!!!! -- A deep, curvy waist, a sweet pronounced navel mound where her navel sat like a ruby being carried by a page in a royal procession; an overly large, oval, deep navel that caused his mouth to water thinking about it; a navel with such a sweet-soft, gentle inward curve, it was like looking at a gracefully throated bud-vase or wine glass. How he HUNGERED to imbibe and become totally DRUNK from that wine glass!!!
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He caught her behind the door, bangles clinking, SAREE swirling, droplets of water from her fresh bathed hair wetting his hands and the wall beyond. The tip of his nose touches her CHEEK, shivers run down her back as does the tickling drops of water. Firming his hold the strong muscles of his arms tightens his embrace digging deep at her WAIST. The warms of his heavy breath flows down her front, closing whatever distance was left between them, their EYES meet. For a brief moment she's lost in the depths of the dark black eyes. His lips twitch into a smile at her confused look, which suddenly is shut behind a curtain of perfect lashes. Can she hold it all in for long? The surprise, the pleasure, the need and burnt of DESIRE???
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"How do I look? Is it ok?" She asked me adjusting the SAREE pallu over her shoulder deliberately flashing her NAVEL. She had her saree slanting in front over her white fleshy WAIST and had tucked in her saree pleattes about two inches below her navel."You look BOMBSHELL, Honey." I said. She smiled suggestively. Our EYES met with a longing desire…a forbidden DESIRE…
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I was supposed to relieve her WAIST pain
But what transpired
Went beyond my hands
As I started applying balm
Her soft moans
To my kneading
Ignited my senses
As my power was bursting
In my modest layer
I mustered courage
To FINGER her NAVEL
While loosening her SAREE
She was delirious
I bent down to taste her musky waves
She was euphoric to my inquest
But when she kept chanting my name
I thumped her with rage
While spanking her fleshy BUTT
We both were intoxicated
In that animalistic play...-
She took a breath and watched as he leaned down over her exposed, lumpy belly.
Very lightly, he kissed it.
He kissed the spot beneath her ribs and all the way down to her navel.
He kissed across her lower stomach, that wretched expanse where the stretch marks raked across her skin, then up and down her sides.
He kissed every inch of her horrible flesh with a tenderness so great and loving, and all the while, her eyes stayed clenched tight.
'I am loved,' a voice inside her declared...-