Slippery

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

My fingers slide down to find your moisture. Your temperature on my fingertips rises. The constrictive space makes me work hard. My whispers into your ear and lips smack. I can hear your mind telling you to pull away. But your hips move regardless of thoughts. Mouth open nothing comes as I find your spot. A rub turns to many as do the waves upon you. You want to take me but cannot make the words. Breast so supple taken so firm by my force. Lively is your actions as you take the digits deep. Rolling and moving into the palm of my hands. Not to control you but it seems here we are. My wants your desire as I play with your parts. Attempts to release my member made sharp. Yet you cannot find the button while I am on yours. Short breaths in and out the pace of my actions. Till the finish when you must take me first.