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By Grace Zabriskie Submitted by Misti Date: 2003 Aug 13 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.13.23.42.11479]] |
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She held herself still, savoring the moment before she did what she was now dying to do; her pelvis was weak with the need to arch, to rise, to stretch and display...and just as she wondered whether her body was going to be able to obey the order it had been given, her pelvis began of its own accord to tilt up from the fragile line of her spine in a slow, controlled, yet convulsive grind. Her eyes closed themselves. Her nipples tightened in the outreaching circles of shock from her cunt. Free of the hair that for so long had protected them, the smooth, twin mounds of her cunt, her core, her pussy, her thing...felt air, caressing. ...no triangles now... just circles...bisected and whole...electric energy, pulsating, burning, boring inward, radiating out...every nerve in her body connected to these few square inches of surface flesh. "I'm about to come, Joe," she said, in a slow, sensual parody of conversational tones..."What are you doing?...Are you looking at my pussy?" "I'm eating your pussy with my eyes, baby," he said, after clearing his throat again. |