Thursday, September 16, 2010
Still soft but not for long... I love it when he's sleeping, even when the rest of him is awake; I kneel and grip, feel the flesh soft beneath my grip, my fingers moulding themselves into his warmth, until the first touch of my tongue and a twitch...
The first embrace of my lips... a pulse.
The first contraction of my cheeks... a thickening.
The first bob of my head... a lengthening.
The first moan from my throat... a hardening.
The first finger up his ass... a flooding.
Posted by Jenny Swallows at 3:17 AM