Sinful Desires: Spicy Short Stories
I would relax, breathing through my nose as I deep-throated him, feeling that curve nudge past my tonsils until my lips finally kissed the base of his dick, buried deep in the dark curls of his pubic hair.
The scent there would probably be clean sweat mixed with that sharp, prohibitively expensive cologne and it would make my head spin.
And then riding him... oh, fuck.
I’d straddle his lap, sinking down onto that unrelenting length, feeling it split me open and stretch my pussy walls until I’m gasping, full to the absolute brim.
I’d grind slow, rolling my hips so every ridge and vein drags against my clit from the inside, building a pressure so intense I’d start bouncing hard, slamming down,
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