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Re: Unplagiarized, originally written Erotic Fiction !!!
Posted: 2022-04-12 22:02:00
Laura Love
That line "...That long hair brushing back and forth over my swollen pussy lips..."
Damn.
Texture.
Touch...the tease.
She really did know to make your swell wetter and wetter.
as u said...SHATTERING.
That line "...That long hair brushing back and forth over my swollen pussy lips..."
Damn.
Texture.
Touch...the tease.
She really did know to make your swell wetter and wetter.
as u said...SHATTERING.
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Re: Unplagiarized, originally written Erotic Fiction !!!
Posted: 2022-04-13 21:13:04
It was an all nighter after all...
Room 206.
"Come nearer" she said." I need u to watch. I need u to hunger. I need u to want to eat and then fuck me slow."
continued...
He stepped forward with the intent of making his way between her legs and she stopped him with
"No Cara Mia...not yet. First feast on how i play"
She spread her legs, her caftan veiling the warm wet softness of a pussy aroused.
Reaching for a cushion from behind her, she placed it under her head so that she could watch him watch her.
He stood there holding her gaze, steadfast, all the while stroking his hardness with one hand while cupping his balls with the other, legs slightly apart.
He was a gorgeous specimen...again that thought of how different he was to what she liked to feast on.
Slowly she began to pull at the caftan. It, slipping over her womanness. The light cloth arousing her more...pulling it just enough for him to glimpse her bum cheeks and a glistening of dripping wetness from her pussy, between them .
She wanted him to know she was wet. Very wet.
She could feel his excitement grow and, for the first time he broke his gaze from hers and looked down between her strong spread legs.
"Mia carra ragazza. Show me your wet vagina. I want to see." He said in an accent heavy with the sounds of Sicilian heritage.
Aaaah...her vagina.
She smiled.
She would definitively show him her vagina...the pleasure she got from cupping her full pussy lips in the whole of her hand, gasping at how wet and hot she felt, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, spreading her legs even more, moving the caftan totally away with the other hand, exposing herself complete, arching her back and a slight movement of her hips as if to ride her own hand.
And as she started to massage her swell he could hear the wetness.
He could not help himself but moaned, clutching his cock harder, pulling on his ball sac.
Her hand moved higher and her fingers slipped between the softness of her inner labia, spreading them open like a butterfly swallowing three of her fingers...in and out....in...and...out...they slid.
Each time coming out wetter...slippier...each stroke readying her for his mouth and more.
RB.
The night was young and the breeze disturbed the net curtains just enough to reveal the magic of what the Indian Ocean still had to reveal...
Room 206.
"Come nearer" she said." I need u to watch. I need u to hunger. I need u to want to eat and then fuck me slow."
continued...
He stepped forward with the intent of making his way between her legs and she stopped him with
"No Cara Mia...not yet. First feast on how i play"
She spread her legs, her caftan veiling the warm wet softness of a pussy aroused.
Reaching for a cushion from behind her, she placed it under her head so that she could watch him watch her.
He stood there holding her gaze, steadfast, all the while stroking his hardness with one hand while cupping his balls with the other, legs slightly apart.
He was a gorgeous specimen...again that thought of how different he was to what she liked to feast on.
Slowly she began to pull at the caftan. It, slipping over her womanness. The light cloth arousing her more...pulling it just enough for him to glimpse her bum cheeks and a glistening of dripping wetness from her pussy, between them .
She wanted him to know she was wet. Very wet.
She could feel his excitement grow and, for the first time he broke his gaze from hers and looked down between her strong spread legs.
"Mia carra ragazza. Show me your wet vagina. I want to see." He said in an accent heavy with the sounds of Sicilian heritage.
Aaaah...her vagina.
She smiled.
She would definitively show him her vagina...the pleasure she got from cupping her full pussy lips in the whole of her hand, gasping at how wet and hot she felt, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, spreading her legs even more, moving the caftan totally away with the other hand, exposing herself complete, arching her back and a slight movement of her hips as if to ride her own hand.
And as she started to massage her swell he could hear the wetness.
He could not help himself but moaned, clutching his cock harder, pulling on his ball sac.
Her hand moved higher and her fingers slipped between the softness of her inner labia, spreading them open like a butterfly swallowing three of her fingers...in and out....in...and...out...they slid.
Each time coming out wetter...slippier...each stroke readying her for his mouth and more.
RB.
The night was young and the breeze disturbed the net curtains just enough to reveal the magic of what the Indian Ocean still had to reveal...
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