We’re kissing hard and the closeness of our bodies conjoins them in the dim light. A deformed mass of flesh and noise writhes together on this bed and a longing moans from the lips of the girl. She wants to please desperately and show she can be good and kind and needing, but more than anything she is desperate to taste him.
He’s hard against his clothes, and against her leg, and bursting to be unwrapped. She slithers down his body and tucks her hair behind here ear. Pawing with a firm hand to his stomach, she raises his shirt and exposes the waistband of his jeans, dark denim against soft skin and the brass flicker of a button. She begins to undress him, that tantalising dance of the fingers against the constraints of modesty and practicality, two layers of material eased away and he kicks them off his legs, like a child kicking in a pram.
He is exposed now and her heart is beating hard in her throat. She is entranced like the charmer and the snake. She ducks her head, breathing him in deeply as she begins to kiss his thighs. Hair and flesh and that smell of sweetness and saltiness and male. She is kissing and gnawing and breathing and tasting the smell as she move to the soft mounds underneath him. So delicate and perfect and as soft as her lips or maybe softer she licks at them. Lapping like at water she lets out a moan. She is away and pleasured by this soft smooth flesh. These gentle mounds of sensitivity which quiver and breath on their own.
She runs the tip of her tongue up the shaft of him. She is sliding and wetting and skating with her mouth on the flesh. She is getting wet and losing her mind in his smell and his skin. The peak of him is her destination but she can’t resist the suspense of waiting, of savouring and feeling him harden more. Fluid glistens at his tip like dew. Such sweetness and she is so hungry. She rests her lips at the tip, rubbing the fluid all across them, lapping and swallowing unintentionally and hoping for more, but none will come yet.
She cannot resist any longer and begins to swallow him greedily, pushing him deep into the back of her throat this wrong girl gags and chokes like she's gorged too much. She is dark in her closed eyes and she is gulping at him and suckling. She slides him in and out of her mouth and runs her tongue around. She is swallowing and begging with her eyes as she looks up in hope that he’ll say she's good. But his eyes are closed and his hand is on her head and he his holding her down and she is sucking him. She may not be good, but she's good at her job.
The soft congress between the lips and him is pure and greedy. She spits on him and sucks are him and lets her spit run all over his flesh. Wet lips thrash harder, hips arch and moans curl from his throat and hers as they both grab their pleasure by different means. She is sucking and beautiful, her eyes are wet and his lips are red and swollen. Her hand curls around his shaft and jerks up the flesh gently as she runs the sodden tip of him against her mouth for sustenance. Please more. She is begging with out talking.
She leaks her pleasure in the act between her legs. Squirming and wet she desperately wants to clock off and get fucked, but she continues to rub him and squeeze and suck and pleasure as best as she can. He moans, she hastens, he speaks...
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