Let my hands do all the talking.
My long nails dig into the skin on your back,
Creating red lines of passion.
You let out a soft moan and begin to say something.
My hands move to your neck, my fingers wrap around and squeeze tightly;
My mouth presses against your ear,
"I said let my hands do the talking".
As I am there, my teeth gently caress the edges of your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body.
I make my way slowly down your neck to your collarbones, kissing every inch. You go to let out another whimper, my hand covers your mouth.
I continue traveling down your chest, my tongue leads me closer and closer to your hardened ****.
My hand grips the base of you. I glide my fingertips up and down the shaft, teasing you... is what I do best.
Pre-*** drips down. I lick it off slowly, never forgetting to look straight into your dark brown eyes.
Your head falls back. Your hand moves from the bed sheets to the top of my head, tangled in my mess of hair.
You push down on my head and your **** is sliding down my throat. I choke and gag, "Now that your mouth is full... it's my turn to talk."
T.h.
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