The Lust Journal
“To escaping the grind.”
That evening, we had dinner on deck, Fancy lobster, her foot teased my crotch under the table. After, she led me below—big bedroom, king bed by portholes, ocean dark outside. She stripped me first, pushed me down, and climbed on to grind her wet pussy on my thigh. “Eat me through it,” she ordered, fabric in the way as I licked. I tasted her through lace, her clit pulsed under the damp cloth, and she came fast, shaking hard.
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