1. Chocolate Body Paint


    Date: 7/15/2015, Categories: Fiction, Fan fiction, Male/Female, Author: naughtydragon, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    closer to the inevitable conclusion. Her cries became fevered and louder, her screams rending the air around them and driving Ron to push for even more. Suddenly her body began to tremble beneath him, she quivered and shook as one last great scream tore from her throat and sundered his resistance. His entire visual focus shrank to an area that was only her eyes. He was aware of nothing else beyond the intense amber fire that burned there when she finally opened them again. She reached up and scratched her nails down his back. His spine arced, his head bent back, and his eyes closed as his orgasm tore through him with the force of speeding train. His entire body tensed, his muscles locked as he exploded into her like a volcano. Great spurts shot deep into her, and she cried out with the feeling of each one. After several seconds of agonizing ecstasy, he stopped shuddering. He raised one arm, then the other, allowing her legs to slip away from his chest and fall down around him. He collapsed down on top of her, his arms barely supporting his weight to keep from crushing her. His lips brushed over her eyebrow, down her cheek, and traced the line of her jaw to her chin. Gently, almost reverently, he kissed her lips lightly. She murmured against his lips, "Don't get all sweet on me ...
    now." She pushed her lips against his and opened her mouth, prying his open in the process. Her tongue attacked his mouth and he could taste the very last of the chocolate there. The taste was smooth and sweet in her mouth and brought his mind back to reality with startling clarity. He kissed her deeply then, feeling her murmur into his mouth somehow as their tongues writhed and squeezed and poked at each other. Finally, after long minutes of reveling in her glow, he broke the kiss. “What was that about a ‘Tootsie Pop’?” She chuckled a bit as she looked up at him with a smile in her eyes and a smirk on her face. “It’s an American thing, a candy. In the commercial for them a boy asks a wise old owl how many licks it takes to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop. The owl takes three licks and bites it in half.” Ron flinched. “I’m glad you didn’t bite. So why would you remember that?” “It was very late and I was very tired and it struck me as very, very funny.” She gave him a wry smile, as though begging him not to tease her about it. "So, how many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop?" She looked up at him with a perfectly straight face and replied. "The world may never know." Her façade failed at that point and she began to laugh. The End
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