Atrius Night
Moon
- Joined
- Oct 20, 2009
/Mine/ he echoes back, his words in her mind, a purring caressing thing. His lips never left hers. His tongue confidently stroked her own, swimming about her mouth as though it were it's home finding and claiming each hidden feature as the fingers on her throat lightly caressed the sensitive flesh. The long agile fingers of the other hand slowly, ever so slowly, touched the base of her slit, stroking upwards, once, twice, and again....Pressing slightly more with each pass, synchronized with the explorations of his tongue