Your fingers slick with me, I lay on top of you, turned around. My legs on each side of your chest and spread wide right in front of your face. My mouth far away doing the most wonderful things to you. That is the world you are in now, pleasure radiating and unseen while every secret spot on me is exposed right in front of you.
You know me by now, every twist and turn and little button. You work me like a well loved little music box. Your fingers slipping in and bending just so, moving and pushing until you find the angle and the rhythm. Soon I am unable to continue with your cock because my mouth is too full of moans and whimpers.
When you add a toy into the mix, I am gasping, and then suddenly struggling because it is too much. You clamp on to my legs in a wrestler’s lock and you continue as I try to pull away from the intensity of the vibrations and your fingers. My moans become frantic and then I start tensing and my struggling suddenly becomes desperate and I am trying to warn you, and then…
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