Mistress Jorja
The 8th Deadly Sin
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Alternating between Candace’s equally alluring breasts, I grazed the top of her rock hard nipples with the tip of my tongue. Kissing a line of quick, gentle kisses downwards, I turned my attention to her core of pleasure.
Her swollen lips begged to be touched, glistening with the dew of her womanhood. But I was still in the mood to tease. Blowing warm air over her soft skin, I concentrated on her clit, smiling as she shivered in reaction.
Parting her lips with my finger, I pressed one digit into her slightly, looking forward to plumbing her depths with only my tongue. Taking her hand in mine, I squeezed it softly in wordless acknowledgement to her soft moans, delighting in every nuance of vocalization.
Alternating between Candace’s equally alluring breasts, I grazed the top of her rock hard nipples with the tip of my tongue. Kissing a line of quick, gentle kisses downwards, I turned my attention to her core of pleasure.
Her swollen lips begged to be touched, glistening with the dew of her womanhood. But I was still in the mood to tease. Blowing warm air over her soft skin, I concentrated on her clit, smiling as she shivered in reaction.
Parting her lips with my finger, I pressed one digit into her slightly, looking forward to plumbing her depths with only my tongue. Taking her hand in mine, I squeezed it softly in wordless acknowledgement to her soft moans, delighting in every nuance of vocalization.
