Facets And Reflections

She’s such a manipulative thing.
This is the tension I love.
The push/pull of bodies and emotions and wills.

It’s too early for me to be this wet
 
Shes a fucking honey badger.

If we go over there and try anything to pull her back in to us she'll fight. Shes all fight and all fuck.

But.

If we offer her honey?
If I were to run my fingers along your wet cunt and offer her my hand to lick.

You know she'd crawl over to us and forget she was trying to do anything else in the world.
 
She’s a little junkie.
And we are the source, we have the fix.
And she has no shame with us.

God I need to cum.
You two are just:..
 
Not one of us has a stitch of shame here.

Here... I get to lay my head on your inner thigh and breathe on your fingers and lips while you cum.
 
It’s so very true.
I’ve crawled across the floor for you.
I’ve used Big Strong Nina’s face as my personal sex toy.
And now I’ll let you tease me with your breath until we are both drunk on the scent of cunt.
 
I want a tattoo of my ear on your inner thigh to mark that sweetest of spots.
Close enough and far enough to kill us both.
 
No, no you don’t.
You can watch me.
You can make tiny sounds as you listen to me.
But you’ll hold on to me or else I’ll escape and I know you don’t want that.
 
Never in my life did I know what the real reason for those fucking strappy harneses were for. The ones that look like they are for rock climbing but for fucking?

They made them because someone else felt the same as I do.
That they needed to keep a fucking squirming cunt from getting away and still be able grip it from the inside.

But I'll abide.
I'll satisfy myself with my eyes...

and maybe lick your fingers while they work.


Maybe you can slide two fingers along each side of your clit and let me lick the middle.

Or are you going to keep telling me... no?
 
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