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In Parts

Her heart hammered
just thinking of him..

 
Her nose uplifted and
brushing at the edges
of his collar.
 
Then her lips partly
open, just about to
touch his neck.
 
Oh...she'd known
from the moment
she first heard his
voice, he wasn't
like the rest...
 
As she looks into his eyes
he already had an effect
on her. A physical effect
a sort of glow that her
features had absorbed.
 
Her cheeks roughed, eyes
big and bright, lips moist
filled with anticipation.
 
Her hands fall over his cock
and yes; it is as hard and as
longing as she'd most yearned for.
 
Against the wall..

With His weight pressed upon
her body just as she'd wanted it.
 
And all the while, his eyes were
upon her, as if her pleasure was
all he'd ever hoped to see...
 
She couldn't speak but instead
tried to guide his cock toward
the place where his hand had
been..
 
And, meanwhile, his lips were
everywhere!  At her cheek
her eyes,  her neck, her mouth.
 
What she felt at first was
gratitude and then it mingled
with the sweet sensation of
his tongue against her
pinkest, most tender flesh.
 
And as she cums he keeps his
mouth there...Lingering in the
sweetness of her.
 
She pushes his head away from
her as she could not bear
even the smallest second
more of  pleasure..
 
She reached for him and right
away she felt his cock swell.
 
At first she only rested her
palms upon his thighs.
 
He was big inside her mouth
and grew bigger bigger still,
and she kept her mouth there,
moving in and out, in and out...
 
Time ceased as she gave
herself to the rhythm.
 
He stood stock-still-as
if it were a dream and
any movement might
bring wakening.
 
Even the muscles along
the tops of his thighs
seemed made of stone
beneath the palms
of her hands.
 
Still...
 
Her fingers were like the
brush of a feather, the
wings of a bird, even
when his Orgasm shook
through her..
Written by Yemanja
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