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Hot Passion

... Responding like a puppet that knew just what to do, I needed him to consume me as much as I needed the air around me to breathe. His tongue pulled out of my mouth and ran down my body. It was hot, so hot—like fire. Again, my brain was incapable of processing the sensations. They were contradictory to anything I knew, but were touching me everywhere I wanted. I groaned, feeling relief as he shifted his body weight off me to reposition himself between my legs. Without warning his serpent-like tongue dove into my cunt, feeling long and hard like a cock. I cried out into the night, pushing my thighs against him, eagerly letting his tongue-fuck me. Yes, it was the touch that I desperately needed—what I had been waiting for. I moaned uttering whispers of thanks to him. Lost in the grip of his passion, my eyes shot open as I felt my body being lifted. He had such powerful strength as he handled me like a small child. He turned me around on all fours. Strong hands are the only way I can describe them as they ran up between my legs, starting at the soft, fleshy crooks of my knees, and continued up along the inside of my thighs. I moaned, wanting more, but his hands slid back down the way they went up, carrying on past my ankles and down to the soles of my feet. My body trembled as his hot tongue ran down my back, finding the crevice of my heart-shaped ass. He spread my cheeks apart and played with my tight hole. My muscles instinctively tensed as his tongue swept over it. I felt him ...

... linger there, smelling my ass as his tongue circled my hole, teasing me to relax and open for it. I whimpered at his convincing touch. Just as the prodding of his tongue began to feel pleasurable, it disappeared and was replaced by his thumb. I felt the span of his massive hands covering my cheeks as he pressed the tip of his thumb into my tight ring. I’ve had my ass fingered, licked and fucked in the past but I never felt anything quite like this before. This man that was handling me made me feel so lusciously dirty! It stirred in me a combination of inconsistencies—a burning sensuality. My body told me to press into his hands. Surrendering, I arched my back and pushed into it as his thumb sank deeper and deeper. The heat radiating from his body was unforgiving. Then he touched another part of me, but not with his hands. It was his cock grazing my pussy, sliding along my slit. My body jerked with each movement as he teased my clit with short, firm thrusts. Now it was my turn to growl. My climax built just like the impending storm I was waiting for. Its power spread throughout my body making me weak and praying for release. Tossing my head back, I cried out as I was finally granted freedom. I froze as the orgasms flowed through my body, my clit pulsating, each tremor being its own individual climax. He continued rocking, sliding his cock along my slit as he watched my body spasm. I heard myself laughing out loud like a crazy witch in the night thinking it wasn’t going to end ...