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Tasting In His Arms Utopia

Wetting a finger and darting it inside the space between my butt cheeks      
Aiming the length inside my asshole, jiggling it as he taught the tight invasion          
He palmed one breast and slopped his tongue over the nipple        
Oh, big daddy… cupping the back of his head, holding his mouth down                
Moaning as he glistened the tip…circling my hips as his finger inserted in and out        
He withdrew his finger, taking my body backwards… parting my thighs wider          
Kissing my inner thigh, “beg me to taste you,” he whispered against my thigh, then suckling my tender skin          

“Mm… lick this wet pussy baby, please.” …          
“Beg me again,” he whisper against my skin, softly biting into my flesh.          
“Baby... lick…lick… this pussy.” sighing into the ticklish feeling of his mouth pleasing my skin         
He reached over for the bottle of honey, popped the top, squeezing some over a nipple...          
the sweeten river rolling down my cleavage onto the mound of my Brazilian waxed pussy.          
“Mm... I love the anticipation already.”            
Closing the bottle, tossing it over on a chair, cupping my buttocks, the tip of his tongue…          
Dipping into the warm honey, then mouthing my pussy hole.          
Inclosing my thighs at the slightest touch, his tongue snaking deep inside my saturated slit.          
"Oh… sweet mercy,” I moaned to the Heaven’s above        
Clenching my butt cheeks tighter burying his nose in the mingled essence of my creamy secretions and craved honeypot        
 
He rolled his tongue up my stomach, his body following pursuit, pinning my wrists above my head          
My back arched waiting for the feening lust I get when he rubs the tip of his dick over my sticky and dewy pussy cove        
Hosing it then slowly easing it inside me, laying down on top of me, extending my bound wrists,          
Flicking his tongue around the darkish landing of my breast... thrusting his arousal in and out        
My pussy making suctioning noise as our bodies moved in alliance without guidance,          
Both of us taking, giving, the wet sensations of my cunt coating          
Bathing the elongating of his girth, letting my wrists go, his sticky lips, kissing under my chin        
Mm... my legs wrapping around his ankles.          
Loving the uncontrollable animalistic urges of feeling him sinking deeper and deeper inside me        
His hunger overtaking the sunken creamy abyss of my cunt             
 
"Oh God don’t stop"… moaning to the Heavens as my uplifting pelvis met his downward groin, plunging deeper        
Feeling my juices seeping, my movements... soaking his throbbing erection        
My nails indenting into his sweaty back... panting to the rhythm of his domination        
I’m damn near cumming, he anchored deeper, circling the length inside my moisten walls, then slowly retracting          
He’s not giving me time to catch my breath, my pussy angrily thumping, holding him under the back of his gluteus          
Pulling him deeper inside my wet snatch… mmm... our tongues twisting around each other        
Closing my eyes... my pussy caving all around his throbbing width        
He held his groin to my pelvis, neck strained, holding his tongue inside my mouth        
        
Grunting… as he blended his nutt inside me… suckling on my neck, as he slowly cupped by ass… dipping in the wetness of my soul        
His release dribbling down my soft folds... trying to catch my breath… as he sealed the covering of my mouth with a hiss      
Reducing his thrust, bathing his semi-flaccid manhood in the warmness of my sugar walls          
leaning his head downward, kissing over the mound of one of my mashed nipples...          
Mmm… sticking the tip of his tongue inside my earlobe, kissing my lips then rolling off me        
Both of us still breathing hard…          
He hugged me to the side of him… snuggling me in the rapture of our aftermath          
        
“I think we need another shower… for now...  a kiss…”        
He leaned his head downward softly kissing my lips, then with a lasting urgency        
I sit up, rising from the bed.          
Walking to the bathroom, pivoting, smacking my ass cheek…          
Mm… you want this tight hole…come and get handsome…        
He raced off the bed and rush behind me to the bathroom
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 7th May 2022
Author's Note
There's a difference between lust and passionate love. Lust can't just creep in. You'll not find it where true love exists, but it has power enough to shatter the world you've worked so hard to create with love, and sometimes, it suddenly changes how you perceived love to begin with. Love then doesn't live there anymore.

Jennifer Winget
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