Saturday, 21 April 2012

Last last week

I rag my mouth up and down the pulsing hardness of his flesh. I have made him sodden and spit covered. The skin is red and excited. I am flushed. Sweating, snivelling and drooling all over him.

His hand is on my bottom, nails gently digging into the skin. I switch between choking on him deeply, kissing, licking and jerking him with my hand.

He orgasms in a burst of white and visceral sound. Hearing him moan in abandon makes me drip onto myself. I have my feet tucked under me and now my legs are wet. He twitches and seems completely empty. I cannot read his face anymore. The lines smooth out, eyes closed and smiling. I feel happy

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