She found him latched
On her entry of pleasure,
latched to her tight
continued musings,
his mouth
driving her to espouse
a rapid succession
of affirmative profanities,
inciting him to further
feast in the nook
of her parted poignance,
dipping his devilish tongue
deeper into the purity
of immaculate flavours,
affixed to the intent
of his primal obsession
to draw from her;
- an exasperated whimper
of mischievous
and satisfactory delight.
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Nectar Seeker
Historia Cortashort stories on fantasies and memories of my debunchary
