Luna_Wolf72
CinnaWolf circa 2023
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I am hunting her. My eyes, I know, have brightened considerably, shading toward pale gold. I can smell her~lust, need, wanting. It plucks against my skin with myriad teeth and tongues. Driving me half out of my mind. I step, stop, step...until I am less than a foot away from pale lusciousness. I stay there.
Fingers grope for the buttons on my jeans. Opens them, slips them off, leaving only black boy shorts behind. Hands~ shaking, wanting~ removes the tee, tossing it onto my jeans. Black sports bra is tugged up and off. The silver hoop through my right nipple can be seen, gleaming, against the brown velvet that backs it. I stretch, fingertips raising toward the ceiling, up on tip toe, legs spread.
I cup my breasts and offer them to her, but it is a tease. And she knows it. Hands trail down over a flat belly, cupping the heat between my thighs. My eyes stay trained upon her face as I move the panties slightly and dip a finger into my own wetness. Showing that finger to her, before slipping it into my own mouth to clean.
Finally, I close the distance between us and kneel, by body postioned directly in front of hers.
"Scoot out, until the curve of your bum hits the end of the couch. I want no hindrance to fingers or tongue.
Fingers grope for the buttons on my jeans. Opens them, slips them off, leaving only black boy shorts behind. Hands~ shaking, wanting~ removes the tee, tossing it onto my jeans. Black sports bra is tugged up and off. The silver hoop through my right nipple can be seen, gleaming, against the brown velvet that backs it. I stretch, fingertips raising toward the ceiling, up on tip toe, legs spread.
I cup my breasts and offer them to her, but it is a tease. And she knows it. Hands trail down over a flat belly, cupping the heat between my thighs. My eyes stay trained upon her face as I move the panties slightly and dip a finger into my own wetness. Showing that finger to her, before slipping it into my own mouth to clean.
Finally, I close the distance between us and kneel, by body postioned directly in front of hers.
"Scoot out, until the curve of your bum hits the end of the couch. I want no hindrance to fingers or tongue.