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PROWESS

       
 
I'm in an animalistic state. I'm on the hunt, a prowess ready to feast. I'm hungry. I crave and I yearn and I'm full of need. Something salty always pairs well with a little something sweet. I desire a delicious little sin.   
 
On bended knee I go. I crouch before him like he is a god that I am ready to worship. My glassy, lust filled eyes beam up as I sit at his feet. Biting and licking my pretty pink painted lips. I await my prey. Unbuttoned and unzipped, the hunt begins.  
 
My hands grip his velvet smooth rod. I pump a few tender strokes to get him going. Still, I tease with my baby blue's, the one's made for seduction. My tongue laps at his salty excitement , a hiss escaping his lips.  A frenzy of inquisitive strokes swipe from the tip to the base, then back again, repeating over and over. My tongue trails and traces the ridges, the veins, the smoothness, the curves. His anticipation illicits a stirring.   
 
I take in it's beauty , what a sight. I devour his needy manhood. I close my eyes as I glide over his softness. I breathe in his scent. I feel him pulsating and the tiny flickers of movement. Visions come to mind, the many times he's pleased me with this very tool.  
 
I feel myself flush. He needs more. I need more. Picking up my pace, I work him furiously. My red hair becomes tightly bound in his bare knuckled grip.   
 
I'm greedy for his taste. My hands grip tightly at the base. I take him at a consistent pace. His guttural responses, the thrusting of his hips and hands pulling at my hair make me grow even wilder .  I work for his pleasure and I rally in my own. I moan into him as I squirm. I feel almost near a brink of orgasm as I sense his very own approaching. An eruption leaves my mouth full. I savor his sweet flavor and greedily swallow him down.  
 
My craving and yearning is now fulfilled. My prey has been devoured. Smears of my pretty pink lipstick are left as a reminder. His seed drips from my chin as I   
sit, a well fed prowess, filled   
with the delicious sin I desired.  
 
 
    
Written by PandoraUnleashed
Published | Edited 28th Jan 2019
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