I'm still yearning for your touch
07-09-2013, 09:47 PM
She was at his mercy tonight and he wasn't one to throw away a perfectly good opportunity like this away. For once, he was able to bring her close to submission, through white hot desire. She had never been like this before with him because he'd never been like this with her before. As he assaulted her canal, he could feel her legs lock in place, an attempt to keep herself upright. It brought a cocky grin to his pale lips, encouraging him to renew his attack on her pussy, his tongue spearing her again and again, probing her pussy, curling around to feel her inner walls. She was his tonight, in a way she had never been before.
He wanted her trembling, quaking with desire, begging, pleading with him to fuck her. Her growling whine of his name wasn't going enough. He didn't just want to hear his name. He wanted to hear her beg for him, ask him, plead with him to fuck her. He knew she wanted it, he could by the way her legs trembled, the moans that fell from her dark lips accompanied by the fast pants. He hardly ever pleasured her with his tongue, so he was pleased to see that it was a having a powerful effect on her. He wanted to fuck her, each moment that he denied himself his released was another level raised to his lust. He could acutely feel his shaft pulsing between his thighs, screaming at him to bury himself inside of her, to show her just how much he wanted her but he held off. Not yet. He nearly had her exactly where he wanted her. She just had to beg and his shaft was all hers. Begging wasn't too much to ask, was it?
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