Max ♥️⚡️
Added 2019-11-29 21:08:22 +0000 UTCShe likes simple things; my long dark hair tumbling over my shoulders, sweetly asking me to sit on her face, spoiling me rotten.
Her language is worshipping every inch of my soft curves, opening the car door for me, and making sure there’s cold lemonade. Her language is calm and loyal and reassuring. Her language is beautiful. Her language is the way she looks at me like she sees something marvellous, how the corners of her mouth twitch and dance if I stare at her too long, like I’m making her nervous but she can’t look away. This kind of adoration is foreign, a warm amber light washing over me.
We are opposites in so many ways: I worry and she is unruffled, she works with her hands and I work in words, I never shut up and she does most of her talking with her eyes. She’s so quiet, I make more noise than she does when I’m giving her head. I listen to her breathing for cues, follow the subtle twitching of her thighs as I gently suck on her swollen clit and moan a little against her wetness. She’s dripping and she tastes so good. I love being on my knees for her, I love showing her my devotion. I know I’m doing a good job when she gently places her hand on my head and presses against me. Steady. So steady. Her tender touches melt me, even in this moment when my tongue is buried in her cunt. She brushes my hair softly out of my eyes and tucks it behind my ear so she can see my face. I can feel my cheeks turning pink, the way she looks down at me as I kneel between her legs makes my heart thump faster.
(This is another excerpt from a piece I submitted to an erotica anthology. They said I could share it with you. The photo is an Instax pic of me sitting on Max’s lap at 3am, falling for her times a thousand. 😘)
