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Explode

Well... Lol. Forgive me DUP! Me being honest. About my sexuality.  
   
______  
 
For Seth Gamble  
   
I need to see him tonight. I turn    
Out the lights. Get in bed. The fans    
Blow delicious cool air against    
My skin. But the soft blankets    
Underneath me warm me. I am    
Ready for him. I take my phone    
And prop it on one of my tits, I need    
To be able to pinch and tug my    
Nipples as I see him fuck her. I lie    
On my back, legs spread, a little    
Propped up against the pillows,    
Where my body is raised slightly    
And accessible to take his gift.    
Just the sight of little parts of him    
Make me burn... His stomach. His    
Neck. The sight of his balls do    
Strange things to me. I love his    
Balls so much. Maybe it's because    
I know consciously and my body    
Knows without being told he carries    
Life there. When I see his lovely ass start    
Moving as he pumps her I go wild.    
For some reason if he touches his mouth    
To hers while he's filling her it makes    
It that much better, much more delicious.    
I'm so wet it's like someone has    
Opened my legs and injected me    
With something. I'm just pooling in    
It. My slick liquid welcoming for him.    
He does something that sends me    
Over the edge. He bends over her    
Back as he's stuffing her with    
Himself and holds her by her neck    
And buries his face in her shoulder.    
It's so primitive, so animalistic.    
So desperately passionate.    
It's like watching wild beasts mate.    
I go crazy. I love that so much, to    
See him making her take it like that.    
To see his animal power and majesty    
And the raw shadows of lust    
Play across his perfect face.    
To see him making her a literal vessel    
For his cum, his pleasure and release.    
If he grits his teeth it's almost too good.    
I have to stop rubbing my clit or    
Else I'll cum too. I want to cum when    
He does. I want to cum with him.    
But I need to hear him. And he doesn't    
Disappoint me. He moans deliciously,    
Pumping away, his gorgeous perfect    
Ass moving in the most beautiful    
Dance I've ever seen in my life. I    
Rub softer, waiting for him. Every    
Part of him is pure poetry. His legs, his
Feet, his nipples. There is nothing on    
Him that's not beautiful and perfect.    
I can tell he's ready. The thought    
Drives me wild. The thought of what    
He'll empty into her. And with a    
Barely muffled groan so no one    
Hears what I'm doing, I see and hear    
Him cumming, and I. Just...

EXPLODE.
Written by toniscales (Lost Girl)
Published | Edited 21st Aug 2017
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