Highest Bidder: 1 (Mercy)
“Above her, the ancient candelabras glow, casting the sacred place of worship in a warm, golden hue. Her shadows dance with her as she walks toward the altar, a slow, rhythmic ballet that tells of a woman in love.
The cool breeze from the moon tickles over her skin once again, joining the hands caressing her body. Hands that smooth over her belly, her hips. Hands that cup her breasts. The mist licks a languid path up her legs, over her calves, joining the lips traversing her thighs. A tongue dips into the warm junction of her sex and a cry slips from her lips.
The tongue rolls over her clit and she arches, lifting her ass off the altar and offering her pussy to her lover’s divine mouth.
He takes the offering, lapping at her juices, his fingers gripping her hips to hold her still for his worship. He plunges his tongue past her folds, runs it over her clit, back to her pussy again.
You taste so sweet.
His voice slides over her skin, low and deep. It sends a shiver through her and aching ...nipples pinch hard, tips longing to be sucked.MoreLess
The cool breeze from the moon tickles over her skin once again, joining the hands caressing her body. Hands that smooth over her belly, her hips. Hands that cup her breasts. The mist licks a languid path up her legs, over her calves, joining the lips traversing her thighs. A tongue dips into the warm junction of her sex and a cry slips from her lips.
The tongue rolls over her clit and she arches, lifting her ass off the altar and offering her pussy to her lover’s divine mouth.
He takes the offering, lapping at her juices, his fingers gripping her hips to hold her still for his worship. He plunges his tongue past her folds, runs it over her clit, back to her pussy again.
You taste so sweet.
His voice slides over her skin, low and deep. It sends a shiver through her and aching ...nipples pinch hard, tips longing to be sucked.MoreLess
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