I felt a primal urge to be closer to my angel. The kind of warm connectedness I can only achieve by entering her. A sanctuary reserved only for me.
“Sit on my face, baby,” I instruct her.
I pull her onto my mouth by her thighs while I feel mine drift open with untethered excitement.
She sinks into me and her weight comforts me, a soothing I didn’t know my body was aching for. I sip and drink her in because she is mine and she fills me up. I conduct her hypnotic movements with my tongue, and my approval reverberates up through her body in the form of muffled “mmm’s.”
My starlet slinks down my body and finds what her hungry cunt is searching for. I push into her and she greedily directs a third finger inside her. Rainforest heat emanates from her baby-goddess form and sucks me in. I explore her as deep as my soul needs to meet hers; entangling ourselves in one another, completely.
She rises and crashes into me like a storm over the ocean, eternally filling one another until bursting; just to exchange hot electric energy.
“Cum for mommy,” I demand.
She works her little body harder for me and nestles her face in my neck, as if shy about her desperate need to cum.
“It’s okay to cry,” I comfort her. “Mommy’s here for you,” and I hold her tight until she can breathe again. I kiss her forehead and stroke her hair, proud of my angel’s tears and her devotion to her queen.
