Annisthyrienne
Drive-by mischief
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* A slight hiss from the sharp intake of breath as her teeth gently scrape me, making me gasp. Each such sensation is exquisite, fuel for our rising arousal. And not only what she makes me feel, but what I feel from her.
I spread my fingers over her mound so that my index and pinkie finger each lie along the crease between her outer labia and the soft inner thigh. The heat of her , the softness of her skin, both add to my sensory delights. My middle finger slowly curls just along the folds it lies between, naturally finding her entrance and slipping within, adding the slick feeling of her wetness and the snug tightness of her enclosing passage to my joys. Our play has assured that she is already wet for me, and ready, so I curl my ring finger in beside the middle, both easing inward deeper as I rock my palm forward, lower on her mound. I can feel her yielding flesh, malleable under my pressing hand. The heel of my palm moves over her clitoral shaft, pressing the tender little organ and moving the hood over the little bead of nerves slowly but insistently.
Within her, I curl my fingers, sliding fingertips along the smooth inner wall at the front upper part of her passage. It's a wet satin under my touch. When my fingertips encounter that ridged rougher texture just up behind where her clitoris is on the outside, I begin to alternate stroking them, one and then the other in a 'come hither' beckoning motion. Feeling her response is my reward. There is nothing so sexy as a writhing witch, bound and helpless to do little else.
In the process, I've moved my breast away from her lips. The cool air hits my flesh, wettened by her saliva, and the nipple and areola puckers tightly, becoming hard as a little stone and throbbing with need. But I won't give in to it, not just yet. First I satisfy my urge to see her squirm for me. And the undulation of her body beneath me does not disappoint. Her tummy rises to caress my stiffened nipple, her skin warming the puckered flesh just a bit. I moan low in my throat at the feeling, closing my eyes just for a moment to savor it.*
MMmm, I think you like this, Sweet pretty one. The sight of your torment of pleasure, the sounds you are making for me, all of it.....Oh, it's beautiful! I love the show you are making for me! Just let yourself go, enjoy what you are feeling. How do you like the vibrations along with this?
I spread my fingers over her mound so that my index and pinkie finger each lie along the crease between her outer labia and the soft inner thigh. The heat of her , the softness of her skin, both add to my sensory delights. My middle finger slowly curls just along the folds it lies between, naturally finding her entrance and slipping within, adding the slick feeling of her wetness and the snug tightness of her enclosing passage to my joys. Our play has assured that she is already wet for me, and ready, so I curl my ring finger in beside the middle, both easing inward deeper as I rock my palm forward, lower on her mound. I can feel her yielding flesh, malleable under my pressing hand. The heel of my palm moves over her clitoral shaft, pressing the tender little organ and moving the hood over the little bead of nerves slowly but insistently.
Within her, I curl my fingers, sliding fingertips along the smooth inner wall at the front upper part of her passage. It's a wet satin under my touch. When my fingertips encounter that ridged rougher texture just up behind where her clitoris is on the outside, I begin to alternate stroking them, one and then the other in a 'come hither' beckoning motion. Feeling her response is my reward. There is nothing so sexy as a writhing witch, bound and helpless to do little else.
In the process, I've moved my breast away from her lips. The cool air hits my flesh, wettened by her saliva, and the nipple and areola puckers tightly, becoming hard as a little stone and throbbing with need. But I won't give in to it, not just yet. First I satisfy my urge to see her squirm for me. And the undulation of her body beneath me does not disappoint. Her tummy rises to caress my stiffened nipple, her skin warming the puckered flesh just a bit. I moan low in my throat at the feeling, closing my eyes just for a moment to savor it.*
MMmm, I think you like this, Sweet pretty one. The sight of your torment of pleasure, the sounds you are making for me, all of it.....Oh, it's beautiful! I love the show you are making for me! Just let yourself go, enjoy what you are feeling. How do you like the vibrations along with this?
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