Without Touch

"Begging for his touch"

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She stood naked as he kissed her neck. She felt the heat creeping into her face. Her legs spread around his, pinned against the door. 

 “Look at me,” he admonished. “Don’t cum until I say.” 

She dared not break his gaze. His hand hovered over her mound, his mouth poised to take her own. Every time he exhaled, her own shallow breath became ragged. 

She begged for release…the heat from his hand inched closer to her dripping center. Her body was wracked with desire, as he said what she desperately needed to hear:

“You can cum now.”

Published 3 years ago

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