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never too much…

(an inexhaustible list)

Your name, slipping like warm honey from my lips.
Your facial hair rubbing against my smooth thighs.
Bending over for you.
Your hot, warm mouth on me.
Reaching for you.
My legs spreading for you.
Lifting my hips, my ass, my whatever-you-want for you.
Our moans.
Eating me out.
Our eyes meeting in deepest heat.
Sucking you off.
The grip of my cunt walls before I cum for you.
Your pleasure.
Your fingers.
My please and thank yous.
Your beautiful, bobbing, throbbing thick for me.
My fuck-juice slick on my swollen lips.
The give and take of our pleasure.
My wet
All my fuck-wet for you.

All of it.

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carry the sky on your back…

I had to change my panties today when I arrived home; I’d been thinking about you. Trying not to think about you made it worse and the warm, secret-gush of my pussy juice had soaked through. Even now, after changing into fresh lace, I can smell the lingering aroma that’s dried on my fingertips along with a knuckle.

And I think about your mouth, your whiskers pressed deeply against the silky folds of my cunt. Your nose pressed against my trimmed mound. I inhale deeply and as I walk to the sink, I think about you: when you latch on and suck
and suck
and suck…
until light.