Touch Me While I Taste You

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Arabella Rivera

First, it was just a slight brush as I pictured his face, then I added pressure, just like he did in the dream.

I hummed searching for the right spot. This wasn’t my first time masturbating, i t was just my first time masturbating to a non-fictional/movie character.

I was wet, really wet. I could feel it through my panties as I trailed the tips of my fingers between my folds. The thin cotton fabric was soaked, outlining my bud and pussy lips.

I let out a jagged breath, pressing my head more into the pillow and looked at the ceiling as I teasingly run my fingers u p and down my slit. I sighed, parting my legs further as the image of Haiden’s face entered my vision.

I pictured a smirk of a cat finally getting the milk plastered on his face like an award-winning grin as his head dips down to my thigh. I began to pant, fingers coming to the top of my panties t

fingers coming to the top of my pantiest o slip inside.

Haiden would let out a groan as his tongue darts out to lick the inside of my thigh. I shivered as if it was really happening to me and it was not just my imagination.

My fingers pressed onto my bud, circling the thing that throbbed for relief. A silent gasp escaped my lips as the vision of Haiden trailing his tongue down to my core, licking my soaked panties that showed my essence.

He’d tell me something along the lines of, “You taste sweet, just like I imagined.”

“Oh.” I pant, speeding up my movements. My body was overheating like an old worn out truck.

My pulse was racing and the delicate thing between my legs throbbed like it was on a rampage in the need of a release.

“Haiden.” I moaned out.

I throw a hand over my mouth to stop the moans from slipping out. Pressing my palm on my soft lips to stifle my cries of pleasure. It didn’t work. They came out.

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them by biting down on some skin of my forearm. My

panties and push them asidet o stare at my glistening pussy that begged for him. He’d let out what would sound like a grunt

all angles as his tongue refused to pull out from my pussy. He’d tongue fuck me, then later finger me until I was gripping him so tightly that he’d wish it

into my skin a s my thighs juddered in an incoming orgasm. I

would whisper in

for

gasp, eyes widening as I pull my teeth away from my flesh quickly. My hands pull out from my soaked

panties and I knew very well that my fingers were

startlement, head knocking on the headboard. “Ow.” I murmur, cursing softly as I rub

at my window, eyes falling on the soaked figure of Haiden Cross. His hair stuck to his forehead, the curls not really weighed down by the rain. His shirt however, stuck to his fit frame and his wet boxers were outlining the shape of his

my orgasm so strong that I was knocked out cold and I’m forced to have another one

boy in my room. I had not bothered to cover up, my mind still a little jumble to care

the place between my thighs, his jaw ticks as he eats up the sight of me. I was aware that my legs were still parted and I was sure he could see my panties.

dream, a lucid one. One where he’d give m e pleasure like all the other nights before. My eyes drop to

like you were enjoying yourself there......” His eyes rip from between my legs and trail

wrong time. But I think it really was

was. His hands were fisted at his

a step closer and peers down at me with the

breathy tone. I was a throbbing and

to my parted legs again, jaw

would crack. “Long enough to hear you moan out my

time it was painfully fast. This feels too

was standing with a boner

your room once, so there i sa huge possibility that he is in fact standing here in the flesh. My conscience

pulled at my oversized shirt