Good Fortune

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.

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Writer, Poet, Narrator, Freelancer. Living in UK & my own head. Send queries here: jupiterslair@gmail.com. Buy me a coffee here: https://ko-fi.com/jupitergrant

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Jupiter Grant

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Writer, Poet, Narrator, Freelancer. Living in UK & my own head. Send queries here: jupiterslair@gmail.com. Buy me a coffee here: https://ko-fi.com/jupitergrant

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