I shivered slightly as he crawled down my naked body and nestled himself between my thighs. I could feel his warm breath against my pussy as he murmured, “Did I ever tell you that I’m a fortune teller?”
“No,” I sighed, as he licked a long stripe from my ass to my clit.
“Well, I am.”
He pressed his fingers on either side of my clitoris, and the nub emerged from under its fleshy pink hood.
“But I don’t read Tarot cards, or tea leaves, or runes”, he whispered, and punctuated his words with a delicious flick of his tongue over my engorged pearl.
“Okay…” I wasn’t sure where he was going with this conversation, but the way his tongue and fingers were dancing over my quivering cunt, he could be reciting the dictionary right now and I’d beg him to keep going.
“I don’t scry into a crystal ball, or consult the I Ching…”
With his cunt-slicked fingers he opened my labia wide and nuzzled his face into my folds. I moaned and grasped his hair.
“I can read fortunes in pussies,” he explained, looking up at me with a playful glint in his eyes. “And I predict you’re going to be screaming my name and cumming all over my face in about five minutes time.”
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Originally published at http://jupiterslair.com on July 5, 2019.