I use my teeth. On his cock, with barely-there scrapes upward over the head, soothed over with a swirl of tongue before again swallowing his length; with suction-cheeked molar grips… Read more »
“I’m hungry.” It’s a simple enough statement, but laced between those three plain syllables are intricate layers of delectable need: the need to taste, the need to be filled, the… Read more »
Come here, love. Kneel. Push your shoulders between my thighs and let me drape my legs over you. Let the relaxed weight of bent-splayed desire guide you downward. Feel the… Read more »
It’s maddening. Feather-soft, perfect-pressure synchronized strokes of his tongue, repeating without waver in raindrop-rhythm, set my body alight. Creamy wet thickly drips
Ganien (Kanienke) is one of my best friends. Read and learn, people.
Yes. That line. You know exactly which line I mean. Don’t you, sweetheart? That line. That. Line.