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Dont
Stop
"Did you say you want me to
sit on your face?""You
do? Yes?"
"Of
course ... hell yes.
I
would love to sit on your face ...
I'll
even tell you how sexy you are;
how
your steamy lust burns for me
so
hot I don't even have to touch you.
I
can see it .. and feel it too,
like
smoke, wafting from a smoldering flame.
Of
course, I wonder if
that's
the impact you will make on me
when
I crawl on top of you,
open
thighs, wet, and dripping,
providing that
talented tongue of yours
plenty
of room to maneuver and
manipulate
my clit, the insides of me,
the
outside, that soft fleshy spot.
You
know ... right there ..
inside toward
the top.
Yeah,
right there, that's it.
Umm
... could you slip in a finger ..
or
maybe two fingers even,
unless
you'd rather I did it.
But right
now,
my
hands are gripping the headboard.
I'm
pressing myself into you over
and
over again wanting you deeper
and deeper
inside me.
Can
you feel the heat inside me -
all over me?
Can
you taste the warmth of my juice ...
so
slick .. can you feel my sweet spot,
so
tasty, so soft, so yours?
Your
tongue, I feel you driving into me.
I
wonder if you can feel the knot inside me
growing
harder and harder ...
I
feel myself beginning to weaken.
I
need help.
Will
you help me?
I
want .. I need you to help me.
Please
hold on to me.
I
need you now, right now.
Don't
stop. Hold on.
Don't let
go. Not now.
Not
ever.
mariah
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