Wednesday, August 25, 2010
He doesn't give me a word of warning. Not a word, not a grunt, not even that tell tale pulse as his body prepares to explode its treasures into a willing mouth.
Just a sudden flood of hot, that glorious moment when my sucking becomes gulping, my breath catches hard in the back of my throat and my throat opens wide to accept his bounty, as my heart beats faster and harder than ever... all of that? For me? Thank you!
And if I'm extra careless, I miss a few drops and they pool on my lip to drip out onto my breasts. And I ask him to lick me clean.
Posted by Jenny Swallows at 6:00 PM