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.

skin of my forearm. My thighs shook

glistening pussy that begged for

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

I gasped, biting into my skin a s my thighs juddered in an incoming orgasm. I could feel it, this one

would whisper

I didn’t take you for that kind of girl

away from my flesh quickly. My

very

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

really weighed down by the rain. His shirt however, stuck to his fit

my orgasm so strong that I was knocked out cold

I peered at the tall boy in my room. I had not bothered to cover up, my mind still a little jumble to

eyes drop to 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

I still thought this was a mere dream, a lucid one. One where he’d give m e pleasure like all the other nights before.

like you were enjoying yourself there......” His eyes rip from between

time. But I think it

here, I could see how tense he was. His hands were fisted at his sides, like he was repressing from something,

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

tone. I was a throbbing and wet mess and seeing Haiden like this wasn’t exactly

drop to my parted legs again, jaw clenching so hard

I thought his teeth would crack. “Long enough to

started pounding again, only this time it was painfully

there was no way Haiden Cross was standing with a boner

in your room once, so there i sa huge possibility that he is in fact

my legs snap shut. I pulled at my oversized shirt while pinning Haiden with a