The sweeter the lick…

They started playing
She was wet, Ready
Waiting for him to get inside
One touch on his pants
Nothing. He is not hard. Damn. It.

The smell of her oils and perfumes were filling up the room.
Coconut oil. Her best ally
Rubbed in her hands
Poured on his back
Her moaning was not enough
Her dancing was not enough.
She needed to go down
Give him head to wake him up
Make it stand hard and strong so he could glide through her warmth.
She did
What she considered her job
Sucking holding pressing caressing
The sweeter the Lick
The harder the stick
He was ready
She smiled
He moaned .

May I get you inside of me now?
She didn’t wait for the answer.
She was in charge. She had control .
And that afternoon, She came


Photo by Matheus Ferrero on Unsplash


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