Stop what you're doing for a minute
Imagine
You're alone in your bed, naked but for a pair of your favourite lacy knickers.
It is warm and cosy, with light music playing quietly in the background.
You are in the mood for love, for intimacy. In the mood to be taken, to be pleasured, to be filled.
Imagine
You're alone in your bed, naked but for a pair of your favourite lacy knickers.
It is warm and cosy, with light music playing quietly in the background.
You are in the mood for love, for intimacy. In the mood to be taken, to be pleasured, to be filled.
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Seeing you there on the bed, vulnerable but confident, I smile and enter the room.
My eyes are locked on you, noticing the growing smile on your own face, the sheen of your hair spread across the pillow...
I adore you. I want you. I need you.
Now!
I move to the foot of the bed and pause, gazing lovingly at you as you grin back at me, twisting your body teasingly.
Kneeling between your legs, I reach up and grasp
Neither of us needs to say a word.
You lift your hips and in one smooth motion, your panties are over your hips and in a second they are on the floor.
Slowly, agonisingly slowly, you start to part your knees to reveal
I cannot tear my eyes away as your lips are revealed, at first clasped together and then slowly, gently parting as your legs part wider.
At the first glimpse of pink, already moist, all my resistance crumbles, and my mouth reaches for you.
My tongue laps upwards, from
My lips envelop your clit and my tongue flicks and swirls. I suck on you, lick at you and feast on your nectar.
One finger probes your opening and the silky wetness within.
Your gasps and moans are getting louder, more frequent and your body starts to twitch and quiver until... there it is.
Your hips lift off the sheets and you mouth opens in a silent scream.