Kiara Felicitas
Bitchcraft #08, Scene #03
The sheets catch her thighs as she straddles me. Her cunt hovers just above my mouth, already slick, the dark curls matted and damp. I can smell her want, rich and salt-sweet, before I even taste it. She lowers, and my tongue parts her folds. She shivers, a broken little sigh leaving her throat. I lick her slowly at first, long strokes that drag through the split of her sex and finish at the swollen nub of her clit. She grinds down, using me, hips moving in lazy circles while her juice coats my chin, my lips, my nose. Every time I suck that tender bundle she tightens, thighs squeezing my ears, breath coming in sharp bursts. I press two fingers inside her without warning. She clamps down hard, heat and pulse and liquid, her inner walls fluttering as I pump them slow and deep. The sound is wet, filthy, the slap of her cunt meeting each thrust. She leans forward, palms flat on the headboard, spine arched, and the motion drags her clit over my tongue again and again. I work her until her thighs shake, until her cries pitch higher, until she comes with a raw sound that tears out of her and soaks my mouth.
The sheets catch her thighs as she straddles me. Her cunt hovers just above my mouth, already slick, the dark curls matted and damp. I can smell her want, rich and salt-sweet, before I even taste it. She lowers, and my tongue parts her folds. She shivers, a broken little sigh leaving her throat. I lick her slowly at first, long strokes that drag through the split of her sex and finish at the swollen nub of her clit. She grinds down, using me, hips moving in lazy circles while her juice coats my chin, my lips, my nose. Every time I suck that tender bundle she tightens, thighs squeezing my ears, breath coming in sharp bursts. I press two fingers inside her without warning. She clamps down hard, heat and pulse and liquid, her inner walls fluttering as I pump them slow and deep. The sound is wet, filthy, the slap of her cunt meeting each thrust. She leans forward, palms flat on the headboard, spine arched, and the motion drags her clit over my tongue again and again. I work her until her thighs shake, until her cries pitch higher, until she comes with a raw sound that tears out of her and soaks my mouth.