Virtuoso Fingers

Obediently, I draw your digits into my warm mouth, running my tongue over your skin, coating your fingers in my saliva.

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With a wickedly sexy smile, you lift your hand to my mouth and brush my lips gently, before slipping two fingers between them and whispering, “Suck, darling. Make them nice and wet.”

Obediently, I draw your digits into my warm mouth, running my tongue over your skin, coating your fingers in my saliva. You fix me with a look of hot lust, your eyelids heavy and your pupils dilating, and I feel the thumping throb of desire between my legs.

When you’re satisfied that I’ve wet your fingers enough, you slowly withdraw your hand and move it down between my legs. My naked cunt is already beginning to quake and pulse. With a sensual purring sound, you place one finger on either side of my damp slit, and stroke my lightly-furred labia with your spit-slicked digits. My nipples harden like rocks, and I moan thickly as you lower your head to my right breast and pop the taut peak into your mouth with a hungry growl.

Your tongue circles my nipple slowly, torturously, and I arch my back to lift myself closer to your mouth. I feel the teasing graze of your teeth, and it makes my cunt drip. You know exactly what I like, exactly how to pleasure my sensitive…