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Rock and Water - Chapter 9
Date: 10/6/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: justahole, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories
wanes, but the stimulation continues to breathe fire into my chest. My breasts feel heavy and swollen, aching to be squeezed and touched. I’ve never been able to come from stimulation of my breasts alone, but in this moment I’m convinced I could if he would just damn well touch them. I plead with my eyes and jiggle them for him, attempting to coax him into action. I’m received with a smile and a shake of his head. “Oh, Corrine…it’s going to be a long night for you.” He looks almost apologetic for what he has planned for me, but overriding any compassion he may hold for the moment is a look of excitement and maddening control, and I know that no truer words have ever been said. I inhale deeply; the smell of my excitement mingles with the menthol as my juices continue to pool between my legs and onto the chair. As if he is just sensing it himself, a low growl escapes Patrick’s chest as he squats down once more, pressing his mouth intimately between my wide-spread legs. Using the flat of his tongue, in one long, fluid stroke he licks from the bottom of my open pussy, deep between the swollen folds, before raking across my very erect clit. My body begins to involuntarily spasm and tremble from the intensity. Repeating this motion over and over again, it’s clear he is enjoying cleaning every last drop of my excitement, although his actions are only succeeding in creating more. Behind the belt, desperate groans and gasps flow freely from my lips. My head is thrown back, eyes ...