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Cravings....
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Cravings.... Cravings... Twisting your hand through my hair, you grasp it and gently pull my head to the side while you softly breathe over my neck, strategically biting down in the exact spot to make my knees weak and every nerve in my body catch fire. An arm around my waist to catch me before I fall, releasing my hair to slide your other hand to cup my breast, squeezing and tweaking my nipple between your fingers. As I lean back against you, you slide your fingers from my waist down, teasingly gliding feather-light across the lace over my clit, feeling hints of how wet I already am beneath, yet refusing to give in to my impatience and desire of a deeper touch. Pressing your hard cock against my backside, your warm breath against my ear as you alternately nibble and whisper all the ways you want to fuck me, and how much you love my moans and how I tremble at your touch. Softly you slide your fingers over my nipples, circling over them against and again, causing a deeper ache and hunger. Snagging my hair again, you turn my head and catch my lips with yours; I bite at your lower lip, then you slip your tongue between mine. Whimpering, I try turning towards you, and you pull my back against you again. One hand cupping my face, you deepen the kiss... while your other hand slides slowly down my body, slipping beneath my panties. In one swift but sure move you slip 2 fingers inside, buried deep in my pussy, chuckling softly as my knees try buckling again and I moan loudly against your mouth. Releasing my lips you brush my hair carefully aside to bite my neck again, nibbling and licking the most sensitive spots. My every breath is a whimper, a gasp, a moan as your left hand teases my nipples, and your right finger-fucks me. Your teeth causing my entire body to tremble as you keep pushing me closer to the edge. "Come on, baby" you whisper, as you begin to move your hand faster, thumb rubbing against my clit as you continue finger fucking me. By now I'm only standing due to your arms around me. "Please" I gasp, breathless, begging... please... I want to feel your cock inside, but all I can speak is "please" "No... you need to cum for me now." your hot breath growls in my ear. Moving, you slide your cock between my ass-cheeks, thrusting lightly to tease both of us. You start moving your hand faster against me, pressing deeper and smiling as I uncontrollably thrust against your hand faster....I begin grasping my breasts, squeezing my nipples and crying as I get closer... "Yes, baby... let yourself go! Yes!!" you moan, then bite down on my neck again as I suddenly squirt over your fingers and my knees buckle. Catching me, you lay me back on the bed, kissing my lips as I tremble and half sultry-laugh, half giggle. Another kiss, then you move down, slide my panties off and gently spread my legs apart. Laying between them, you part my pussy lips to gaze, to see the wetness... you nibble the inside of my thigh, then you lick. Tasting the heat, the honey. You gently suck my clit until it's too sensitive for touch, then continue sucking, nibbling and tasting my juices. I grasp your hair and pull you up for a kiss. I feel bad you didn't get a chance to come. Smiling wickedly, "We've got all night" you assure me. |
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Nicely done. I love it!   Newest Poem: What Lies Beneath Newest HNW Post: Latest Story: Sleep Fuck is cumming... Virtual Symposium XXXVIII Think Spring by SC Twisted
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Darn Woman! Let us be a room locked. And all night long is the only way. Very sexy write!  Cum to my blog and respond.  Have a great kissing fun time. 
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That is a very nice way to start my Friday! Hope you have a great day! ...
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Very touching, i feel each word as if, they label my life. I know you, yet I am unknown by you. a kindred 'spirit': listening quietly,seeing silently. feeling ultimately. . . the words. Their joy rebounds, echo's inside my heart. these words. . . . touch, deeper than they should, for they force me to acknowledge the truth of them, they force me, to see the honesty of them. the passion restrained/contained within them, explores my tiny being of self. i live, exist,breathe . . . these words. Knowing forever the joy of these few tiny . . . .words.
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