want to ride you while we smoke. my hips rocking lazily, back and forth..your hands splayed across them, guiding me. there’s no rush. i couldn’t even tell you how long we’d been here.
lazy kisses pressed to your neck, your collarbone. leaving hickeys as i do, pretty ruddy-purple bruises that remind you of this moment.
watching the smoke curl up from my parted lips when i whimper. the way i hold it out, an offering. between two fingers and see the way your head tilts softly to the side, cheeks flushed. god, you look lovely like this.
i want you to take it, inhaling and press your lips to mine. breathe into me..
your strap glistening every time i shift, my pussy swollen and tender from however long we’d been in this position. let me see the way yours eyes linger for a moment too long, tongue darting out slowly between your lips.
“see something you like baby?” i teased, and you swallowed. nodding once. that pretty blush creeping up your cheeks. my thumb grazing your bottom lip, pressing down so gently, just ghosting it.
“you want to taste it pretty girl?” i pressed, usually so composed. look at you, poor thing. damn near speechless with that blunt, still swirling smoke between your fingers.
another nod, and i slowed my movements, a wet pop sounding quietly as i pulled out, laying back for you. “cmon baby,” i cooed, and you blinked. almost owlishly, and i watched your throat work around a swallow before crawling over, tentatively. laying flat on your stomach, eyes catching mine while my hand tangled in your hair. so pretty for me.
guiding you until your lips meet my pretty dripping cunt for you. head lolling back the minute your tongue presses against me.
“oh, fuck baby,” i breathed.
so good for me, especially like this.
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