Heart

I can’t stop thinking about it...

Added 2021-06-26 01:44:10 +0000 UTC

Late last night I was drowsy in her arms, cuddled up on the couch. The lights were off, late summer sunset filtering in the dusky room with three candles lit.

She slowly pulled on the bow holding my dress together, her eyes locked with mine. She undid the ribbon and pushed the fabric to the side, she put her wet mouth around my nipple and relaxed against me as she sucked.

My entire brain lit up with pulsing throbbing wanting need. My pussy twitched as she pulled slow and hard, the muscle of her tongue drawing my breast into her mouth. The sigh that slipped out from between my lips was involuntary. It was quiet and sweet, pressed up against each other like this on the couch.

After a while she let go, my nipple hard, deep velvet pink, wet now. She looked up at me and smiled when she saw I was already starry eyed, cunt-struck. She shifted her weight and put her attention on the other one. A mouthful. She pulled me closer, nursing sleepily, oxytocin coursing through both of our veins.

Today I’m tender, they graze against the fabric and I think about her mouth, and the quiet of the couch.