Everybody Has One!- Part 3

Everybody Has One!- Part 3

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Veronica found the picture. Why did she send it to him. She knows why, everybody has that one. Do you?

Summary

Veronica found the picture. Why did she send it to him. She knows why, everybody has that one.

Do you?

Content

Submitted: October 16, 2012

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Submitted: October 16, 2012

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“Veronica, stop thinking.  Help me squirt this load, I need to drop it.”

There’s my bad boy, inpatient as ever.  The chime in my earpiece implies another call coming in.  I can’t put him on hold.  We both need this release, to voicemail it will go. 

I whisper “D, I am wet.  You are ready to let go, I am ready to release my own sauces.  I know what you want; I know that your first release is one that you prefer to watch.  I am slowly gliding my hot box off of your pole.  With each move my muscles contract around your mocha fleshed piece as if communicating appreciation for its size and girth.  As I maneuver off, you moan pitifully with a sense of disappointment and yet still curiosity.  With practiced grace and womanly finesse I will take my position of submission directly in front of you as I kneel between your thunderous thighs.  We are both alert to our senses, the smell of lust, sex, and desire mixed with our unique scents have triggered our actions to be even more primitive.  With one quick motion my mouth encompasses your meaty flesh.  My teeth graze from beneath the small mound of skin that helps to form your tip.  Slowly I draw back while increasing the pressure of graze.  You yelp with a sense of pleasure and just the right amount of pain.  Anxiously my tongue circles that meat of your flesh that is like a geyser waiting to erupt.  I use my tongue like a dip stick and find your opening.  Yes!  An appetizer!  Your primitive instincts kick-in and you pull knead and manhandle my breast.  You pinch and tug my grape size nipples between your thumb and forefinger.  Definitely more pleasure than pain, the bolt of lightning that shrieks from my nipples to my core urges me to take more of you in.  Our eyes are locked, the trance is obvious, the desire is mutual, and the need is natural.”

Your mind drifts briefly, trying to think of a way have this phone rendezvous in person.  You recollect that a few months ago she pleaded with you to meet her, to comfort her, to fuck her.  She yearned for me to be her companion for a night.  Why didn’t I?  Damn!

“Your moans are reflective of pleasure.  My moans are Morse Code to your movements.  Your fists are clenched tightly to the cushions, another sign that eruption is eminent.  My right hand kneads your sack, juggling them with the intent and purpose of quenching my thirst and your manly desire.  Our gaze is still entwined and our motions quicken.  Up and down, the pressure of my jaws lax to take all of you in.  My tongue runs rings around your shaft.  I withstand the powerful thrust that come with performing fellatio on 10 inches of saturated dick.  Back and forth, in and out, deeper and deeper I take you in.”

Our gaze is hypnotic, like a cobra to the flute of his master; both questioning and yet subdued. 

“I hear the low growl combined with a deep full breath, your next step is my final clue, your hips rise to ensure your thrust are full and merciless.  I massage your sack firmly and watch intently as your toes curl and you withdraw your dick from the warmth and joy of my mouth.  Gripping yourself firmly, with speed and vigor you quench my thirst with a warm shot of your creamy essence.  I consume.”

“Damn!”  He shouts.

Our gaze never breaks, we watch one another with intent and purpose.  The rest of your juices cover my body; warm and slick.”

His breathing is heavy and labored.  I know that he has accomplished his goal.  My one has achieved his release a moment of satisfaction.  As he enjoys his moment I find my own. 

He speaks, “Veronica, it’s like you live in my head- no pun intended.”

I tweak my nipples as I pleasure myself.  My clit pulses in response.  One finger, two fingers, three fingers; the pressure is mounting.  My juices find their way out. 

More smoothie traces down my legs. 

 

 


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