Finger Full Sweetness

Over the soft velvet of her skins crawls my warm silk oiled fingers in search her place of haven, reluctantly but she too quietly reaches for me. Shy she must be or surprised by what she feels. Surrendering to the subject of my shaft as it aggressively stares at her face, waiting to be taste and to be sandwich between the vice grip of her lips not just to kiss but for her to wildly lick. Let me see the fullness in her cheeks and as my matter suffocate the the space of her breath while my finger vigorously vibrates the merry of her cherry. Her mind seems to be racing with time as the blood begins to boil in her brain but I'm about to burst your pleasure's vain and you can just drain, drain and drain. Copyright Andrew Vassell 2012 www.andrewvassell.com