Surrendering to the Whispers of the Cunt

In the dimly lit chamber, the scent of sex heavy in the air, a lone figure indulges in the forbidden fruit. With tender yet insistent fingers, they part the delicate folds, revealing the glistening pink within. The clitoris, a tiny, throbbing bud, begs for attention, and they comply, circling it with increasing pressure, feeling the wetness increase with each touch. The pleasure builds, a tidal wave threatening to consume them, as they teeter on the edge of ecstasy.

• erotica

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