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The way your tongue feels between my legs is magical. Feeling the wet and eager thrust accompanied by deep fingering. You find the right spot and you lap the juice that begins to flow. The pleasure is indescribable, and when I reach the moment of climax and release, you smile, and drink me in.
I took the train on a quiet rainy afternoon. The people hopped on and off, men looked my way as they often do, and women followed the length of my bare legs wearing a too short skirt. As I stared out the windows swaying gently with the clacking of the rail I decided to push the button of the small vibrator that was already deep inside my moist pussy. Level one started a gentle buzzing between my legs. A constant hum and tickle of my wet lips. The train stops, three get off, one gets on, a man sits facing me and I know it’s time to begin the show, level two. I make eye contact with him, the buzzing intensifies and my knuckles suddenly must grab the seat. The man’s look intensifies and he notices me gripping the seat. He smiles. Level three. My lips part and a gentle moan escapes. My grip on the seat tightens and my gaze on him becomes intense. He seems confused and tilts his head in question. I spread my legs just enough for him to see up my skirt just a bit. He smiles. Level four. He stands, makes his way across to me. Puts his hand out and I give him the control. Level five. He tells me his stop is coming up, he grabs me by the hand and brings me to my feet. Looks like we are both getting off here.
Despite where we are in life, our circumstances always lead us here. All it took was one encounter. You entered me, I welcome you in, and now, with out fail you managed to subdue me, get me on my knees and take me over and over. She doesn’t know. She has an image of you that is completely different than the one I have. You are a man of god. You are a beacon of your community. In my world? You are god, you submit me to your will. You ram your justice in and out of me. You bring me to my knees, and nobody knows that you are the saint of my devotion.
Just a piece of fabric between you and pleasure. Just slowly move it over. Expose me. Admire me. Enter me.
I want to feel my daddy’s cum dripping down my legs. I want to feel the warmth of of our mixed juices as I walk away knowing full well that my daddy will make me cum again and again as soon as I come home.
I am the innocent creature in your collection. I see your eyes wanting to ravish me like a wolf. I sense your desire, an electric spark, as you caress my skin. You need to own me, to submit me to your will. I let you enter me. All of me. I open my soft secrets to your wolvish desires, and now I’m yours to eat me alive in the forest of passion.
The small panties you bought for me are covered with my juices. They flow freely out of my wet pussy and around my inner thighs. I sit Slowly, my skirt rises barely covering my moist lips. You sit next to me and your hand immediately slides between my legs. The table cloth covers your hand searching the thin fabric. Your perfectly manicured fingers slide the wet panties aside and two fingers easily slide inside me as you order our dinner. You order for me because I cannot speak. Your fingers swirl my swollen pussy lips and my moisture drips around your fingers. You thrust deeper as you order the wine. I writhe and try to not cry out. You see this as an invitation to find the magic place you find it easily because you’ve found it many times before. You take my clit between your fingers and you begin your sweet torture between my legs.
You made me lay down. I heard the zipper slide down. Your hands removed the thin fabric covering me. You thrust in, and just like that, I became yours.
Your calloused hands explore my body. Underneath my clothes I feel your strong hands. Your fingers explore every crevice. Your fingers spread my lips and enter their warm spot. Your other hand around my neck tightens gently and the waves of pleasure make me call you daddy.
The first time I tasted you was innocent. There was whipped cream on your finger and you let me lick it off. My mouth willingly opened and you inserted your sweet fingers in my mouth. I looked at you as I felt a throbbing between my legs. You gave me your finger and my tongue swirled around each creamy trickle. You inserted another finger in my mouth, willing to allow my tongue your taste. When I felt you swell, you broke eye contact and your fingers left my mouth. As your hand came down, it brushed my alert nipples. You felt their hardness and slightly moaned. I wanted a different creamy treat after that.
I love hearing your voice. The ring of the syllables as they pass through your lips. You whisper in my ear and the words turn into echos of desire. I feel your breath throughout my body and it immediately makes me moan.
I went out in public with no panties. I sat on a bench and slowly spread my legs to give you a glimpse into my world. Parted my knees to let you see what could be yours if you’d only look my way.
I want to lick your tongue like my life depended on it.
I just want a kiss that will melt away all insecurities.
Every time i see this, there is some magical moisture that begins to drip between my legs.
