Hungry Tongues, Forbidden Fruits

The room is filled with the scent of sweat and sex as Dona and her licker begin their dance. She stands, legs spread, back arched, as he kneels before her, his tongue a weapon of pleasure. "Dame-lick," she commands, and he obliges, his tongue exploring her depths, tasting her, drinking her in. Their dance is raw, primal, a battle of wills cloaked in seduction. She grinds against his face, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper. He responds with fervor, his tongue a relentless force, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, until she shatters, her legs trembling, her body wracked with pleasure.

• dona
• comparte
• dame-lick

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