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

asidet o stare at my glistening pussy that begged for him. He’d let out what would

out from my pussy. He’d tongue fuck me, then later

incoming orgasm. I could feel it, this one would be the strongest one I ever

would whisper in my

take you for

teeth away from my flesh quickly. My hands

very well that my fingers were glistening with

I murmur,

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

this another dream of mine? Was my orgasm so strong that I was knocked out

at the tall boy in my room. I had not

eats up the sight of me. I was aware that my legs were still parted and I was sure he could see my

a mere dream, a lucid one. One 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 twitch of his

His eyes rip from between my legs and trail up to my

wrong time. But I think it really was the best time.” His lips quirk

how tense he was. His hands were fisted at his sides, like he was repressing from

step closer and peers down at me

and wet mess and seeing Haiden like this wasn’t exactly helping. In fact, it was

eyes drop to my parted legs again, jaw clenching

I thought his teeth would crack. “Long

again, only this time it was painfully fast. This feels too real. This isn’t

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

huge possibility that he is in fact standing here in the flesh. My conscience reminded

my legs snap shut. I pulled at my oversized shirt