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Tuesday Evening

Her thighs are pressed tightly against my face as She trembles  
i taste Her lovely flavor more  
and i salivate more  
the thought of Her pleasure arouses my blood cells—and they rush to the gathering place  
She breathes deeply and eases Her scissor grip  
Her thighs just the right amount of chafed by my evening stubble  
She whispers affirmation  
i take a breath  
Her scent allures  
my animal brain takes complete control now  
as She wriggles i feel Her abdomen under my hand contract and relax  
my tongue, flat, lingers…  
i feel Her gently tug my hair  
i feel the curve of Her soft foot resting delightfully on my bare back  
Her toes curling lightly into my skin  
Her fingers curl into my arms and She beckons me to come up to Her.  
i oblige.
Written by Fizzle (Ammiture)
Published | Edited 9th Sep 2017
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