The Best Erotic Stories.

by Spicy1

The touch across goose pimpled skin
Trailing down to puckered flesh
Touching, Feeling, Caressing

Tingles to the senses, quivering at the sensations
Sweet nectar rolling, rolling like butter on a hot skillet
Touching, Feeling, Caressing

Anticipating more, Kisses trailing tips of fingers
Wetness, your lips find my clit, engorged, ready
Lapping at the moisture, making me squirm

Fingers moving in and out, two holes
Ahhh, ready, now, now
Touch me, feel me, Fuck me.


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