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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 muscled insides of my soft-skinned thighs pet your cheeks and lower your sweet water-cool lips to taste the tart honey beading along my plump-flesh slit.
That’s it. Lick.
Stroke your tongue upward, swirl around my clit.
Push inside. Give your tastebuds the pleasure of my fuck. Lap my cream and suck my sticky tart-sweet.
Flatten your tongue when you flicker my clit. Take it into your mouth. Suckle.
Yes.
Yesssss…
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.
.
I need you closer.
Come to the bed and prop yourself up on some pillows. Face me, and let me drape my legs over you, my thighs over yours. I want to see your thick cock, to let you see my glistening cunt, between the diamond-V of our entwined legs.
Now stroke yourself for me.
Look me in the eye and follow my gaze down my body to where my fingers slide slippery through the gushing mess we just made. Can you see the flushed-pink dark wet?
Watch my swollen clit throb and twitch under the pressure-circle of my fingertips.
Keep stroking.
Keep watching.
Watch. Me.
After the feather of lips over flushed flesh, after the swallow of pleasure-infused cries, after the graveled pull forth of pleading desire and the breathy rasp of trapped-throat moans;
Once tongues have delved, and soft-wet / heavy-hard have been worshipfully sacramented in the silk wine devotion of consecrating mouths,
When the slick of my cream stripes his cheeks and the drip from his slit coats my palm…
After unbound wrists have freed greedy fingers to push and twist their marauding demand into my tender resistant depths, fanning fireburst flames in the straining tight behind my navel and pulling primal growls from the depths of my lungs;
While shake-shiver tremors pebble my pinpoint nipples, sending aftershocks of pleasurable not-pain sharply rolling from dry-swallow throat to cream-glistened cunt,
When uneven panting exhalations have given way to susserating sighs and reassuring murmurs of lips against skin…
After the atavistic cry of culmination has bitten sharp-toothed through the crisp night air, tearing through the fire-warmed chill with hot frosted exaltation –