Honeymoon Suite

Her luscious lips begged for my nibble but I was trying to breathe. She waited before me wrapped in lace and desire. She smiled devious and vixen and whispered “do you want me?” My heated stare tracing the curves of her body should have been an understood yes but now she wanted to actually hear it. I stammered my reply hungrily reaching out to touch what was now forever mine. A spark of electricity coursed through us and any hesitation was gone. I savored the thought that this was the first time I would ever fuck my wife.

Photo Title: Unknown 

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Poster: Lilly-Xo

 Location of Work: Tumblr Link Flesh for Fantasy

Breathe, Heat, Forever, Hesitate, First

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Room Service

She played shy as she drew the curtains shut but she knew exactly what she was doing.  Part of me regretted asking in the first place because now her delicate beauty was hidden as it danced in and out of the shadows.  Who knew that under that uniform she was wearing that?  She walked across the room and climbed onto the foot of the bed whispering quietly “Is there anything else I can do for you sir?”  I smiled thinking to myself this little hotel in the middle of nowhere is not going be so boring after all.

Photo Title: Uknown 

Artist/Photgrapher/Model/Original Poster: True Domination

 Location of Work: Tumblr Link The Submissive Mindset

Regret, Whisper, Nowhere, Delicate, Shadow

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British

I ran my finger along her naked back tracing the outline of the jet black ink toward her hips.  Her skin was milk white and smooth to the touch.  I wanted her.  I wanted so bad to be inside her.  The moment she looked at me with those dark brown eyes and devious smile I was hers and she laughed knowingly.  I savored every bit of her.  She played vixen and bitch all at the same time teasing me, asking me, voice raspy, if I was a real man, asking if I was going to fuck her proper.  

Photo Title: Amazing Tattoo Girl

Artist/Photgrapher/Model/Original Poster: Tatto Tubuh

 Location of Work: Blogspot Link Amazing Tattoo Girl

Ink, Dark, Devious, Black, Real

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A Visitor

"A Visitor"

Sarah lay naked on the bed, nervous and careful not to make a sound. The silk of the sheets kissed the length of her body as her heart raced nearly pounding out of her chest. There was a slight noise and she strained to hear, listening intently for him or for any sound. There was nothing. The red scarf tied around her eyes slipped just a tad allowing some of the mid day to creep in and she quickly moved to tighten it. As darkness engulfed her once again she smiled knowing she wanted this. Mere moments ago she had hung up the phone after listening to all of his commands and rushed to prepare. Now she waited wet and wanton for him to have his way with her. This was to be her first experience of this sort and she wanted to do it just right. Sarah and the guy down the hall in apartment 8C had been playing an erotic game of cat and mouse for the past few weeks, never actually making any sort of physical contact and it had been driving them both insane. The thing that elevated the experience to an even more risqué level was the fact that they were both happily married. It was a complete beastial attraction they shared with one another, nothing more, but they had not dared to act on any of it, at least not until today.

The rules were simple for Sara. Talk very little, keep the blindfold on at all times, no touching, no kissing. Simply just take him into her and grind until he came. She could do that Sarah thought to herself. Or could she? Questions raced through her head as the actual moment drew nearer. What was she doing? What if her husband came home? What if she chickened out? What if…her questions were lost instantly when she heard the familiar squeak of the door. Sarah held her breath as she heard the click of the lock and then the dead bolt clack shut. Immediately she grew even more anxious and moist. There was no turning back now she thought. She wanted to do this. To please her new master. Master what a crazy thought. Mere months ago she would have frowned upon any one who liked that kind of stuff or better yet she might have cried foul and moved on to another topic. Today was different though. The last few weeks had been immensely intense, releasing a side of her she never knew or thought existed. She wanted to be told what to do. She wanted to be owned, commanded. She was ready and he was just the man to do it.

Security Camera

As he slipped slowly in and out of me I saw the panic on my face subside.  I was getting wet all over again.  You could see I was no longer worried about who would walk in or if we got caught.  All I wanted at that moment was for him to go faster, deeper, harder.  The video had recorded me moaning those very words.  I did not regret it.  Lost and with a smile I was startled back to now.  My boss stared at me hungrily and simply asked “what am I supposed to do about this?”

Photo Title: Uknown 

Artist/Photgrapher/Model/Original Post: Uknown 

 Location of Work:  Uknown

Panic, Startled, Moment, Caught, Regret

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Waiting

She waits for him with wild and sultry thoughts.  She does so simply because she can.  The anticipation of his heart dropping the moment his eyes rest upon her exposed soft milky skin is too much to ignore.  She may have to start without him.  Her hands softly feather down her hips teasing as her fingers dance against her warmth.  Her imagination and the thought of what he will do to her moistens her desire before she even reaches her velvet embrace.  She writhes against the satin sheets and peaks the moment she hears his keys in the door.

Photo Title: July 6, 2012

Artist/Photgrapher/Model/Original Poster: Rebirth of a Rose

 Location of Work: Tumblr Link 

Simple, Anticipation, Feather, Desire, Velvet

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Texas

She was cliché.  At least that’s what I told myself the first time she smiled and said hello.  It didn't take long though for me to hear that twang moan my name and god did it sounded nice.  Satin brown and eyes and perfect lips staring up at me as she swallowed me whole was just the beginning of her game.  She knew how to take me to the edge and then bring me right back in a cruel way.  I thought I was in control but I quickly realized she had me just where she liked her men.

Photo Title: Unknown 

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Unknown 

 Location of Work: Uknown

Cliché, Smile, Lips, Swallow, Edge

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Forgiven

Those damn eyes.  It seems I can’t help but do anything for those damn eyes.  Forgiveness flows from my mouth quicker than the breath that I am holding as she kneels before me working my zipper.  She knows how to commit the perfect sin and be absolved instantly.  I fight my desire trying to find the anger I held earlier but it’s lost the instant her tongue grazes my tip.  I am lost as she works her mouth along my lifeline.  Just when I think I can resist her mouthy advances to tell her off she swallows me whole.

Photo Title: Self Potrait 

Artist/Photgrapher/Model/Original Poster: irezumi00

 Location of Work: deviantArt Link 

Forgive, Sin, Resist, Commit, Absolve

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A Phone Call

"A Phone Call"

She paced barefooted in her bedroom nervously waiting.  The soft Berber carpet pressed against her naked toes as it did a thousand times before but this time she noticed.  She could feel the soft tufts of fabric brush against her heel and the way it snuck between her toes with each step.  Her senses were heightened and she was aroused.  “Why hasn’t he called” she said aloud but ever so quietly.  Looking at the clock that rested on her dresser she realized that what seemed like an eternity had only been two minutes.  She chided herself knowing she was being silly.  She was innocence primed for lust and he was just finger tips away.  She stood there in front of her second story apartment window staring at the world outside.  It was mid day and the sun pierced the glass casting shadows and beams of light all around her.  She waited for him backlit and simply radiant.  The sun crawled across her exposed hip where her orange pastel low-cut boy panties gently rested.  Her perfectly bubble round ass beckoned a smack but no one was there to give it.  The only other clothing she wore was handkerchief style bra in soft shade of baby blue that was tied teasingly to the side of her soft yet protruding breasts.  She bit her lip lost in thought.  Her patience was thinning.  Just as she was about to give up and get dressed her phone rang and a huge smile crossed her face.  It was him.

She walked across the room now ignorant of the carpet and the way it felt and fell backwards flopping on her unmade bed listening to his voice.  It moistened her with each soft, gruff and sexy word he uttered.  She could just imagine his mouth and the way his lips moved as he spoke.  He held power over her with simple words. He knew this and so did she.  “I’ve never done this before” she whispered breathily into the phone.  His response was perfect and she could feel the wetness expanding in the crotch of her panties.  “No I don’t want to stop” she said hesitantly.  You could hear her breathing quicken a bit as she spoke to him.  “Yes, I am laying here.  My fingers?  They are on my belly.”  She smiled at his words while she lay there nestled in against her down comforter listening.  She squirmed every now and then at the things he said.  “Yes, I am ready” she said smiling yet again with her confidence growing.  “I will.  I am putting you on speaker phone now.”  As she did this she kicked her comforter away from her and onto the floor.  She lay there with her thick brown hair falling to the side of her against her pillow ready for what was going to happen next.

Purpose

She sat on that doorstep for years smiling up at me.  Not a day went by without her dimples and soft hello.  I never realized how much it meant to me till it was gone, such a simple thing as her blue eyes and happiness.  I know saying so is cliché but it’s the only truth I can hold onto.  Her lingering as the sun set listening to my wants for the world beyond gave me hope.  Now I return, those very hopes dashed, searching for her.    It turns out she was my spark, the reason I wanted more.

Artist/Photgrapher/Model/Original Poster: Ink Addiction

 Location of Work: Beautifully Inked 

Years, Days, Gone, Searching, Reason

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Farm Life

She hears his approach and moistens.  Her soft white legs shake as he whispers in her ear and makes her smile. She is vulnerable goosebumping from his touch.  He is slow and purposeful.  For so long they danced and teased one another till now.  Their desire has peaked with no room to back down.  Only wearing a sundress he discovers her wet desire as she lies back against the hay.  Nervously he fumbles for his zipper; she quietly waits biting her lip.  Slowly he enters her and she cringes, waiting for the part that is supposed to be good.

Photo Title: Sit With Me

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Poster: lucbecks

 Location of Work: deviantArt Link

Approach, Touch, Discover, Wait, Vulnerable

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Kerosene

She knelt on my bed with no false pretenses, full of need.  With her panties halfway down her thighs and a lusty stare she quietly asked “Are you going to fuck me or what?”  I found myself aroused.  Instantly I was on this sexy woman I had only met a few hours ago. There was no time to remove our clothes.  We were ravenous and when I slid my length from my jeans and past her wet lips it was like kerosene meeting a match.  We fucked hard and fast till neither of us could move or want more.

Photo Title: Camellia

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Poster: ShyFox Studio

 Location of Work: deviantArt Link

Pretense, Quiet, Ravenous, Kerosene, False

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Quarterly Meetings

Really, no lie, the first time I did actually drop my pen but the game started when she taunted with a finger and pulled her skirt up just a bit more.  She sat across from me purposeful and professional but when no one else was aware she smiled teasing me.  She had no right to be that hot and my boss at the same time.  I could not focus. I was lost wishing she would part those lovely legs and show me heaven.  I was lost imaging my head between her creamy thighs lapping at her golden honey.

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Poster: Sweet and Timely Whore

 Found at: My Darker Sexy Side Tumblr  

Game, Taunt, Purpose, Professional, Focus

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Prolong

He plays with her emotions fumbling with his keys and pauses knowing she waits.  When will he heat her pale flesh with the sting she desperately needs?  It’s almost time and she is near the point of begging.  She knows he is there just on the other side of the door.  With her skirt properly lifted she is dripping with anticipation.  She wants him to touch her nakedness with his rough hand. She craves the fire of the whip on her bare ass.  He knows she yearns and enjoys the torture a bit more before he finally comes in.

Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Poster: My Sir

 Location of Work: Tumblr Link

Keys, Door, Time, Proper, Rough

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Maybe

She bit her lip in hesitation when he asked.  A Christian girl gone wild was the best description of her last few months.  He easily brought out the whore in her.  “I promise to take it really slow” he said.  At the same time she feared the idea she moistened just a bit between her legs.  She had discovered so much about herself recently because of him why not try one more thing she reasoned with herself.  She looked at him smiling and nervously said “ok”.  “Great, I’ll go get the lube” he exclaimed as he left the room.

Artist/Photgrapher/Model/Original Poster: Thank You For Cumming

 Location of Work: Tumblr My Darker Sexy Side

Hesitate, Describe, Promise, Discover, Nervous 

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Tenure

There she was, perfectly laid across my desk.  I was stunned and excited all in one instant.  3 days ago I was being praised and given a permanent job and now I was at a crossroad.  My mind said she needed to leave, my mouth simply whispered hello.  She smiled and knowing she was irresistible in her perfect little package got up from the desk and walked over to me.  Her excitement was in the air and I inhaled deeply the moment she put her hands on me.  With a devilish smile she whispered “Can you help me study professor?”

Photo Title: Selective Color Schoolgirl

Artist/Photgrapher/Model/Original Poster: chicctr

 Location of Work: deviantArt Link 

Stunned, Praise, Package, Moment, Perfect

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Dry Heat

"Dry Heat"

He sat there staring at his radar gun fuming.  He had never been so angry in his life.  He had just got off the phone with his wife after another typical 10 minute argument and he had no way to vent.  He sat there staring out into the flatland desert highway. The road went for miles and there was nobody on it.  “Why the hell had he even considered moving to New Mexico” he thought to himself. As if on cue he was reminded by the text he got at that very moment. It was the wife, again, telling him not forget the milk when he came home.  “Yep, she’s the reason why I moved to this god forsaken place” he said out loud to no one.  His radio cracked and he picked it up.  “This is Officer Lloyd” he responded.  After a few minutes of back and forth with dispatch he was again sitting there angry. They had just extended his shift another two hours.  He would be staring at this flat road for quite some time today.

She was racing along the road bored to death.  There was no radio reception out here and after listening to the only cd she had in the car nearly 10 times in a row she would rather have the sound of the wind blowing through her hair than hear the Eagles “Hotel California” one more goddamned time.  A road trip from Texas to California was not her idea of a great vacation but she had a thing about flying and this was the only way.  It was even more a downer that her A.C. was out and so she had to deal with open windows and asphalt heat. At one point when passing through West Texas she thought to herself “This has got to be the most boring place to drive on earth”.  Now that she was cruising across bottom of New Mexico she realized just how wrong she was.  She felt like screaming but didn’t bother because there was no one around to hear it.

“Next time I do this, remind me to bring a friend” Cherie said out loud.  At one point she had even contemplated tying her bra to the steering wheel to keep it straight while she took a nap.  As flat and treeless as this highway was she could well have gotten away with it.  Common sense got the better of her though.  “Lord, please! When will this end?” she screamed.  She had been driving for at least an hour now with nobody else in site.  When she pulled into a small town about 100 miles or so back the gas station attendant there told her make sure her tank was full and that she had lots of water, the Arizona border was a long way off.  Cherie drove a bit further when something caught her eye on the horizon.  It wasn’t a tree because there was no such thing here.  After a few more miles she was able to make out what she was seeing.  It was a car off to the side of the road.  As she got closer she then realized it was a patrol car of some sort.  She glanced down at her speedometer and a wry smile crossed her face.  “At least I may get to have a little fun in the armpit of America” she said to herself as she stepped harder on the gas taking the car even further over the speed limit.  Little did she know just how much fun she was going to have.

Subway

Sitting on a crowded train I ignore the world around me and my fingertips.  I silently want for and imagine a respite or escape from the madness that is this lonely city and my life.  Methodically the bells chime and doors open shuffling feet away from me till I am nearly by myself.  Finally, with courage, I choose to acknowledge what surrounds me and I am mesmerized by the first thing I see.  She sits across from me with a rue smile and perfect eyes.  When she says hello I melt with fear and hope, unable to answer back.

Photo Title: Shake Me Down

Artist/Photgrapher/Model/Original Poster: Let Eli In

 Location of Work: deviantArt Link 

Bells, Melt, Courage, Fear, Lonely

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Divorce

She smelled used with smoke and whiskey on her breath.  It reminded me of my careless youth when the pursuit of cunt was my nightly quest and often reward.  I loved her for that, even if I just met her.  She stood there, radiant and naked, taking long drags from her Marlboro. I stared longingly at her and into my past.  She must have realized my want because with a smile she was again in my arms kissing me with dry lips and a drunk mouth.  I closed my eyes as she slid me into her and remembered yesterday.

Photo Title: Smoking, Thinking

Artist/Photgrapher/Model/Original Poster: dasuberdog

 Location of Work: deviantArt Link

Smell, Breath, Youth, Longing, Yesterday

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The First Four

"The First Four"

He sat there patiently. The chair wasn’t the most comfortable thing to sit on but it was the only one without handles he could find. Since he was actually going to go through with this he had no choice. So he sat quietly in the empty office waiting. Seconds ticked by on the clock like hours. Each time one passed the tick and tock of the clock sounded like thunder. With that being the only noise in the room, save for his rapidly beating heart, he grew a bit paranoid. “What am I doing here” he wondered to himself. He stood up and walked to the door. He opened it and peered out into the hall. Everyone had left hours ago but he still could not help but be worried. He was supposedly working late but in reality he was just finding things to pass the time as his coworkers filed out at the end of the day one by one. He mentally assured himself that no one was here and stepped back into his office shutting the door behind him. He stepped to the windows and cracked the blinds peering out into the parking lot and he instantly noticed her car pulling in. His heart skipped faster with reality swiftly approaching. He looked at his watched and realized it was nearly time. In a few quick steps he was back in his chair facing the door and again waiting.

She had never thought she would be subject to this. She was not one of those girls. But no matter what she tried to explain away she realized she wanted to be for him. So she agreed to do this. Just before she left work she even made it a point to look up on the internet what the word submissive really meant. Submissive – Inclined to or willing to submit to orders or wishes of others; to be yielding; obedient; willing to serve. When she read this she smiled and turned off her computer quickly. As she drove to his office she debated in her head. “Is that me? Would I actually be that way? Will I?” She had never had these thoughts, desires or feelings before. And now here she was heading straight to do just that. It all started so fast. The fire deep in her to make this man happy in any way just could not seem to be quenched. Their conversations started off innocent and as the passion between the two increased so did their bold and daringness. Neither of them can recall when they even approached the topic of master and slave. She just knew that when he wanted to use dirty words and she liked it. Growing wetter with each slut, whore or cunt he uttered to and about her. It was a nasty game that she did not want to end. Each time he seemed hesitant or backed off a bit she pushed the right buttons and got them both back on track again, eventually getting to the point where they were now. She pulled into the parking lot of his office and checked her makeup one last time just for good measure.

He could hear the car door shut in the parking lot and heard every step of her high heels click as she approached the main door of the office building. He listened as the outside door opened and then shut. He heard the metallic click of the deadbolt echo through halls as she did just as he’d instructed. A moment later his office door opened and she stepped in, staring at him, as she shut the door behind herself. Without a word she turned and locked this door also. “Oh…I am really going to do this”, he thought to himself, finding a new courage that was nowhere prior to seeing her at that very moment. She stood before him not saying a word. This is what they had agreed. No one would speak they would just do. His eyes roamed over her body enjoying everything he saw. She wore a pair of black strapped anklet heels with a peek-a-boo toe. Her nylons were flesh colored running the length of her legs and where they ended he did not know. But he would soon find out. Her pin striped black pencil skirt hugged her thighs and hips perfectly accentuating every bit of her in just the right way. She wore a simple white button up three quarter sleeve blouse that was just tight enough to catch the rise and fall of her nervous breathing behind her huge breasts. She was perfect and she was his. “My slave”, he thought to his self and with that he motioned for her to move forward and stand in front of him.

Control

She waited for the smack and bite of my hand and for that I held it just a bit longer.  It was my decision when to pink her ass and if she thought she knew when that time would come she was truly mistaken. Every ounce of my body was already engaged in this lusty activity but not my mind.  Though I was rock hard as she lay across my lap I realized in order to control her I had to control myself, so I held it.  When she finally showed worry and uncertainty on her face I struck.

Artist/Photgrapher/Model/Original Poster: Sensual Kink 76

 Location of Work: Tumblr Link 

Smack, Bite, Pink, Control, Worry

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Wife

Please tell me you are not wearing any panties I asked as I locked my office door.  She smiled that wicked come fuck me grin and shook her head no.  There was no playing around today, we both wanted to fuck and couldn’t wait till we got home.  She came over to me and leaned in nibbling on my neck.  I spun her around and quickly slipped two fingers into her wet cunt as we kissed.  She reached back working my zipper and before she could even object I had bent her over my desk and slid inside her.

Photo Title: Unknown 

Artist/Photgrapher/Model/Original Post: nawbona

 Location of Work: Tumblr Link Nawbona

Office, Door, Lock, Desk, Work

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Wake Up Call

"Wake Up Call"

Quietly she shut the door behind her.  She was afraid the soft click of the handle would wake him as it echoed through the still air.   Slowly and nervously she walked through the room feeling the bristle of the thick carpet on her toes as she shed one nylon and then the other.  Dropping them in the middle of the floor she began to pull her itchy wool sweater over her head.  Her name tag scratched her arm while she excitedly advanced toward her goal.  The cool winter air stung her skin and with her nipples hardening she barely held back a mumble about him needing to turn on the heat.  She pulled her black pencil skirt down letting it pile around her ankles and began to slowly open the bedroom door, peering in on him through the widening crack.  A rue smile crossed her lips as her eyes came to rest upon him.

Asleep and unaware, he lay there, with his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic motion.  She reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra, allowing her breasts to tumble out of the all too tight prison.  Shuddering slightly as she as she began to slink her panties down her hips she was startled by a soft purring Persian who had found now to be the perfect time to rub up against her legs saying hello.  In an awkward attempt to shoo the cat away while her underwear was half way past her thighs she nearly lost her balance.  Managing to avoid falling on her face in the doorway of his room with her unmentionables clinging to her freshly shaved legs she carefully leaned against the wall for support.  As she kicked off her panties with one foot she sent the cat scampering away with the other.  So much for not allowing pets she thought to herself.

She stepped through the door and as she drew it shut behind her felt a slight draft mixing with her now moist desire.  Naked she stood there holding her breath; she feared she had been caught as he stirred restlessly beneath the sheets.  Moments passed like hours and the world was still.  Once she was sure he had settled back into a blissful dream state she tip toed toward the bed.  She could make out the outline of his cock under the white sheets and thought to herself how he must be having a pleasant dream as he was nearly fully erect.  She approached the foot of the bed and lifted the covers ever so carefully and began to work her way under them.  The advance toward his manhood took nearly five minutes of truly torturous self control as she paused after every inch.  Now she lay comfortably between his legs with his cock mere inches from her watering mouth.  Slowly she ran her hand down the inside of his leg, as if she were touching him with a feather, finally she let her fingers rest on his essence.  She wrapped her hand around it like a loose fitting glove and he spread his legs unconsciously allowing for better access.  She could stand it no longer moving closer and hungrily licked the tip of his dick.  She tasted the sweet salty pre-cum and no longer had control, she took his entire cock into her mouth greedily.  He startled awake and yanked back the covers to find her swallowing him whole.  As he stared at this gorgeous naked woman in his bed she confidently stared back with hungry icicle blue eyes, he was speechless.  She removed his dick form her mouth for just a few moments and said in a very soft and sexy voice.  “This is your wake up call” and with that went back to sucking his dick.

By 
Thomas Aiden

Beckoned

It was no secret as to how quick she made me hers.  I was broken the second she smiled from across the room that summer night.  Now each day since then when she beckons I go fast and hungry.  Today time stood still when I walked into her bedroom.  She smiled as she purred a soft hello and I had to reach out and catch my balance.  I was yet again to be her willing victim.  When she uncrossed her stockinged legs exposing her velvety wet need I dove in hungrily tasting her.  She responded with a simple yes.

Photo Title: Unknown 

Artist/Photgrapher/Model/Original Post: Jaw Drops

 Location of Work: Tumblr Link pantiesOn

Secret, White, Purr, Broken, Time

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