Hunter's Rose

pte

r

ing was a delight to his features. It gives him the same aesthetic honey gives to pancake

ke" I grumbled, his dic

r. He had done nothing to me yet I was fighting to keep my water pot from breaking. "Wait until I begin to

t lord

ed as the rest of my words

se wh

se fu

y lady" he

pted from my mouth when he increased his intensity,

pulled tighter and his cock hit the back of my throat. I

giving a background music sensation. I loved background songs. Slow, soulful background song. I went b

ook like a ballet dancer when I teased the lines with the tip of my wet tongue and straightened like

and hopefully a few drops on my breast. I want him to taste them, his flavor. I imagined the taste of coffee and

pulled me up so he could kiss me again, so he could taste himself on my lips. The way he expertly undid the knots on my shorts mad

bello" he cussed and I whis

ha

d biting down just hard enough to make them pop out, eager for more. At the same time, his quick fingers found the zip on my shorts and

legs and over my feet. He dropped down and adjusted his head so he could savor me. I adored

as a seashore sand. I vaguely recalled how we met at a club a few hours ago, the fears I had and the risk involved in fucking a stranger but I

, prodded my clitoris, and snaked his tongue into the heart of my throbbing cunt. Liquids seeped from me in a

as trapped in my throat. Broken by my

side and let me sli

wled, my breast in his mouth making his voice come out

ing pleasure. Pure lava! My body was trembling as if I had a fever. I rolled to one side, arms wrapped around his l

me. I felt full as I felt him begin to move inside me sl

al wave broke from both our seams. I was too tired to clean hi

ing brightly, leaning to kiss my forehead-It was tasty. I could never forget it. I