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.

Case.

I WOTT. TITO

TITU OUL.

on some skin of my forearm. My thighs shook

that begged for him. He’d let out what would sound like a grunt of approval

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

thighs juddered in an incoming orgasm. I could

whisper

I didn’t take you for

as I pull my teeth away from my flesh quickly. My hands pull out from my

my soaked panties and I knew very well that

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

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

dream of mine? Was my orgasm so strong that I was knocked out cold and I’m forced

boy in my room. I

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

where he’d give m e pleasure like all the other nights before. My eyes drop to his boxers and I swore I saw the

eyes rip

But I think

could see how tense he was. His hands were fisted at his sides, like

cock twitches again and his jaw locks. He takes a step closer and peers down at me with the weight of an aroused man.” Literally,

have you been here?” I let out i n a breathy tone. I was a throbbing and wet mess and seeing Haiden like this wasn’t exactly

parted legs again, jaw clenching so

jaw clenching so hard that I thought his teeth would crack. “Long

stops, then started pounding again, only this time it was painfully fast. This feels

was no way Haiden Cross was standing with a boner in my

i sa huge possibility that he

snap shut. I pulled