Teaching Willow: Session Four
“I throw off my covers and lie staring at the ceiling. I wonder briefly if I’m awake or asleep, but then I decide that it doesn’t matter. Both are equally miserable places.
Perspiration beads on my chest as I listen to the hushed sounds of traffic outside my window. I feel exhausted and restless at the same time. With a growl tickling the back of my throat, I slide my hand down my stomach and curl my fingers around my flaccid cock, letting my mind wander…yet again…to Willow.
I close my eyes a...nd I think of her beautiful face, of staring down into it just seconds before I kiss her. I think of the way her tongue feels like velvet and how the inside of her mouth tastes.
My dick swells in my hand and I stroke it, pretending Willow is lying beside me. I fantasize about rolling over and taking one plump breast in my hand and guiding a puckered nipple into my mouth. I can almost feel the way she sort of stretches against me, like a cat trying to get closer to the hand that brings it pleasure. I remember nuzzling her with my mouth, the little sounds she makes when something feels good. Listening to her always makes it hard to go slow. The way those innocent lips spill such filthy talk, telling me to fuck her deep and to come inside her, to lick her until she’s raw. God, I could devour her, with no thought to anything but slaking the insatiable hunger I have for her, for her flesh.MoreLess
Perspiration beads on my chest as I listen to the hushed sounds of traffic outside my window. I feel exhausted and restless at the same time. With a growl tickling the back of my throat, I slide my hand down my stomach and curl my fingers around my flaccid cock, letting my mind wander…yet again…to Willow.
I close my eyes a...nd I think of her beautiful face, of staring down into it just seconds before I kiss her. I think of the way her tongue feels like velvet and how the inside of her mouth tastes.
My dick swells in my hand and I stroke it, pretending Willow is lying beside me. I fantasize about rolling over and taking one plump breast in my hand and guiding a puckered nipple into my mouth. I can almost feel the way she sort of stretches against me, like a cat trying to get closer to the hand that brings it pleasure. I remember nuzzling her with my mouth, the little sounds she makes when something feels good. Listening to her always makes it hard to go slow. The way those innocent lips spill such filthy talk, telling me to fuck her deep and to come inside her, to lick her until she’s raw. God, I could devour her, with no thought to anything but slaking the insatiable hunger I have for her, for her flesh.MoreLess
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