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

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skin of my forearm. My thighs shook as I circled my clit

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 of approval before

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 was his cock

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

would whisper

didn’t take you for that kind of girl

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

soaked panties and I knew very well that my fingers were

the headboard. “Ow.” I murmur, cursing softly as

forehead, the curls not really weighed down by the rain. His shirt however, stuck to

mine? Was my orgasm so strong that I was knocked out cold and

s I peered at the tall boy in my room. I had not bothered

me. I was aware that my legs were still parted

give m e pleasure like all the other nights before. My eyes drop to his boxers and I swore I saw the twitch of

enjoying yourself there......” His eyes rip from between my legs and trail up

think it really

I could see how tense he was. His hands were

and peers down at me with the weight of an aroused man.”

out i n a breathy tone. I was a throbbing and wet mess and

my parted legs

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

time it was painfully fast. This feels too real. This

Cross was

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

widen and my legs snap shut. I pulled at my oversized