My blood is singing in my veins, boiling just beneath the surface. My blushing body is afire, lightning sensitive to even the faintest brush of air against my bare flesh. My breasts are tight, heavy. Wanton. Aching. My nipples are hard hot points, begging for you. Will you make me beg, baby? For your fingers, your tongue, your lips… For YOU. Pleeeeeaaase…
I can feel the thrum of my heartbeat like a liquid drumbeat inside my cunt, every echo reverberating with an intensity that throbs. The electricity at my core tightens with every breath, and like the rumble of low rolling thunder, my pussy lips quiver and shake with the aftershocks of my arousal. I spread myself open, and when I plunge inside my hot vise grip, my fingers come away coated in cream. Do you want to taste?
My clit is pulsing. Swollen.
My thighs are slick.
I am dripping, sopping, wet…
So. Fucking. Wet.
My scent… My taste…
Intoxicating.
But the one I need to get drunk on…
Is. YOU.
I just had to lick my chops. All I can say is you getter get on that dick, girl.
Pardon my crass tongue, it gets loose when I get stimulated. 😛
xoxo
Hahah *better. I got so excited!
Heh. You’ve just given me an idea…
Stimulating tongues and whatnot. 😉
yow! your post was wonderfully erotic !
Grazi.
I see . . . you’re in a mood, so you want to make sure everyone else is too, right?
I try to be fair and equitable whenever possible. 😉