
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Keni

JVL
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Three Goblin Art

Product Placement
art blog(derogatory)
noise dept.
styofa doing anything
trying on a metaphor

@theartofmadeline
todays bird

tannertan36

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Cosmic Funnies

Kiana Khansmith
Misplaced Lens Cap
Show & Tell

★
Stranger Things
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Austria
seen from Spain
seen from Italy

seen from Taiwan

seen from Malaysia
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States

seen from Italy

seen from United States
seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
@blondecurlgirldreamsagain
Winter moments in Finland
@suomi
Your wife begs me not to hold back when I release my desire on her.
The gift of submission is the greatest gift a lover can offer another.
Like giving you my keys to drive
Did your wife and I destroy the hotel room? No. But we sure made the neighbors jealous.
You set the open paperback down on my thigh, pages splayed, spine creased from gripping it too hard. Your cheeks are flushed, eyes dark and hungry from whatever filthy scene you just read.
Without a word you swing one leg over the armchair, straddling the wide arms, knees digging into the cushions beside my shoulders. Sweater shoved up, lace panties already dark and clinging.
I tug the fabric aside. You sink straight down onto my mouth.
The first slide of your heat, wet, swollen, tasting like salt and need, pulls a low groan from me. You shudder, fingers knotting in my hair.
I lick slow from your entrance up to your clit, then suck softly. You grind forward, dripping onto my tongue, my chin.
“Right there,” you breathe, hips rolling in tight, desperate circles.
I grip your ass, pull you harder against my face. Tongue curling deep, then flicking fast over your clit. Your thighs clamp tight as you come, sharp, sobbing, flooding my mouth with another rush.
You slump forward, panting, book still warm on my leg.
I kiss the inside of your trembling thigh, lips slick with you.
“Keep reading if you want,” I murmur, nudging your oversensitive clit with the tip of my nose just to hear you gasp. “I’m not done tasting you yet.”
Familiar territory