A Sky Colored Cock

[Llehlla]

Or would his voice betray him if he failed to keep complete control while losing control? If he groaned but then stopped himself immediately, would she hear him and know she had been watched? Would she quickly close her thighs and reach for a cover? Would she sit up and pull on her beach cover up?
Or….would she reach over to open the sheer, look at him with his cum covered cock in his cum covered hand, smile, and lie back down for another round?

 

[Llehlla]

Fantasy meets reality

 

[Llehlla]

She was his universe when she guided him with one hand across the threshold of her slick, plump lips, while cradling as much of his full sac as her other hand could hold.,View attachment 2277423

 

[Llehlla]

Well, don’t hold your breath for that orange strapwork number that you got a glimpse of Jill wearing recently. Llehlla already told you about that hold up. Here’s Jill wearing another design which stretches tightly across her, but forgivingly so! As Llehlla watched Jill parade up and down the room there did seem to be some issues keeping the top from sliding down, and Jill reported that the bottoms rode up A LOT when she moved her hips. Well, that’s part of the fun, right? These aren’t things Jill would wear out in public…or would she? View attachment 2277614

 

[Llehlla]

Please know that Llehlla is not a real fashion designer! Heavens no! She simply likes to experiment, to explore any creative expression she can. Llehlla imagines what something would feel like if she wore it; does the fabric, elastic, leather, satin or what have you make her feel good? Where, and why? Is it because it pulls across a sensitive part of Llehlla’s body? Because it binds her and causes her to spill out as a result? Is it because she imagines the reaction of her partner when he first sees her in it? All of these, and more, are where Llehlla gets her inspiration for her “Little Nothings.”

 

[Llehlla]

The first taste of a delicious meal….to be lingered over, savored and thoroughly enjoyed by both. View attachment 2277655

 

[Llehlla]

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[Llehlla]

Llehlla’s thoughts are back with the cabana question…what would happen if the woman who had cried out as she orgasmed behind the sheer curtain…what would happen if she discovered the man in the neighboring cabana had seen most of her fingers, and most of her sex, thanks to the circumstances of wind and light? View attachment 2277874

 

[Llehlla]

Llehlla has already considered the possibilities that the woman might be mortified to learn that she had been observed through her whole self-pleasuring session. And also the possibility that the woman might be fine with that and return to her activities for her and his pleasure! View attachment 2277876

 

[Llehlla]

And now Llehlla wonders about another outcome…
What if he saw something quite unexpected? What if the man, remember, standing there with his spent cock slipping from his fingers as it shrank….what if she raised her head just enough for him to see it peeking between her still splayed out legs and she winked at him? If she, still caught up in the after-waves of her incredible orgasm, winked right at him and then….View attachment 2277877

 

[Llehlla]

…She beckoned him over with her index finger? Her index finger, still shiny from slipping in and out of her vagina, positioned right on her nest, slowly curling in and out to call him over. She knew he had been watching. She knew he had lost it. She knew he could see almost everything. And she knew he wanted it. She knew it would be more fun when there was someone to play with. What if she invited him over? And kept herself in full view so he could find his way? View attachment 2277879

 

[Llehlla]

And what if his sleepy cock noticed her finger beckoning and quickly began to wake up? And instead of his hand pulling back the sheer of his cabana so he could accept her invitation to come over…what if his cock’s thickening base and lifting head poked the fabric aside? It had enough rising energy to pierce the air like a maiden’s veil. Llehlla thinks this sounds right. She has stopped wondering and is watching the scene unfold.
To be continued! View attachment 2277937

 

[Llehlla]

Rainy day. She called and asked if he could come over. She was amazed that he got there so quickly. She was in the bathroom doing last minute preparations but told him to make himself comfortable. He did. Clothes off, he stretched out on her bed, eager for the afternoon ahead. She was ready. As she got into bed beside him her robe fell open. And there was one of the two breasts he could never get enough of. She brought it to his mouth and offered it to him. He accepted as much as he could fit in and began sucking slowly and deeply. Rainy afternoon, no rush. View attachment 2278114

 

[Llehlla]

Toy BoxView attachment 2278135

 

[Llehlla]

She wanted him, but he wasn’t hers to have. So she drew him. She drew with more ardor than ability, but she kept drawing. Maybe if she drew him enough times….maybe she could draw him to life? Make him come alive? Then, instead of drawing what she could only imagine they would do, they would DO it.View attachment 2278273

 

[Llehlla]

Sometimes she drew them intensely involved. She drew her fingers holding her labia apart so he could push right in. Sometimes she drew him coming on her breasts. Sometimes she drew his cock in her mouth. Sometimes she drew him rammed up to the hilt inside her.

 

[Llehlla]

But it never came out right. Her drawings were wooden, and still. They couldn’t show motion. They couldn’t show what it felt like or what it looked like when the most exquisite activity was happening deep inside.

 

[Llehlla]

Other times she drew more tender scenes. She craved that, too. A long kiss…nothing more. A kiss so rich that it was more than enough. View attachment 2278282

 

[Llehlla]

She wanted his curious hands to do everything they wanted with her breasts. But her real breasts, not the smudges she drew. View attachment 2278283

 

[Bisexguy70]

But it never came out right. Her drawings were wooden, and still. They couldn’t show motion. They couldn’t show what it felt like or what it looked like when the most exquisite activity was happening deep inside.

Im not an artist, nor do i claim to be a connoisseur of art. Your accompany of words help us get sucked into the emotions you desire to illustrate. In some ways i sense the wetness of your inner walls start filling up making your panties moist from the desire. Putting color to paper you struggle not to just stop and masturbate. Id love making love to you after you finished one of your master pieces.

 

[Llehlla]

She wanted his hand to slide gradually down to her cheeks and squeeze them. If only he were real and if only he would so want it. View attachment 2278284

 

[Llehlla]

She got so excited when she drew! If only he could be there with her and they could excite each other so much they would scream as they came.

 

[Llehlla]

She couldn’t draw that, though. She couldn’t draw sound and orgasms.

 

[Llehlla]

She thought of the warm up to screaming orgasms, though, and tried to draw that. His hand preparing her breast for his mouth. His hand on her rear starting to slide down between. Was View attachment 2278286she wet?

 

[Llehlla]

Her nipples got hard as she drew. Her vagina, her clit, her belly, her thighs all begged her to put away the drawing and take care of the rising tension.