The leather is supple against my skin and I’m not sure what’s happening next, but, it doesn’t matter. My mind is whirling with a thousand naughty images, each one just as delicious as the other.
I’m waiting impatiently for her to remove the gloves and rake her sharpened nails against my tingling skin, hoping desperately her tongue follows. My erect nipples, hard as pegs, will be knobs in her warm mouth.
Yet it’s still just a fantasy in my excited mind.
Thankfully now, as I wait for her to rise, her tongue is sliding across my slickened femininity.
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