100: Mouth


Her mouth had, from the very beginning, already seduced him. The voluptuous flesh of it appeared to him like a rich promise of a generous womanhood. And the beads of moistness planted by the occasional running of her playful tongue along the curve of her lips cause him to burn in feverish arousal. Always, always, he wants to lose himself in her mouth. Ravaging it until his tongue is exhausted in its assault, and his lips swollen like the waves in a storm. In that tantalising crevice on her beautiful face is where he always wants to find his release.

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Author: mrsvickyaltaie

Mother to ZO. UltraRunner. Writer. Casual blogger. Yogi wannabe. Passionate about travel, nature, and fashion. Occasionally neurotic. Possibly, undiagnosed bipolar.

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