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Sanctum - Chapter 2
Date: 8/6/2024, Categories: Novels, Author: Boerki
... down again. Her soft moans fill the room, urging me on as I persist. My lips wrap around her clit, sucking gently. I stop sucking and start flicking my tongue over her clit in a rhythm designed to drive her towards the edge. As I pleasure her, my hands roam over her ass. I trace her curves, my fingers digging into the soft flesh before I gently part her cheeks. My thumb brushes over her puckered hole, causing her to gasp, the sound muffled by her position. I pull away from her pussy for a moment, my gaze drawn to her ass. Slowly, I lower my head, my tongue darting out to taste her there. The sensation is different, yet equally intoxicating. She squirms beneath me, her bound arms straining against her restraints, a silent plea for more. As I continue to tease her with my tongue, I add another layer of pleasure. Sliding two fingers into her wet cunt, I begin to rhythmically finger fuck her. The combination of my tongue lashing at her entrance and my fingers thrusting into her elicits a gasping moan from her. Spurred on, I continue this dual assault, my fingers and tongue working together, amplifying her pleasure and pushing her closer to the edge. The taste of her, the feel of her under my tongue, the sounds she makes, all of it fuels me, stoking the fires of my desire. I am consumed by the need to pleasure her, to make her unravel under my touch, to bring her to the peak of ecstasy. As I continue to eat her out from behind, my fingers never stop moving, ...
... thrusting in and out of her pussy in rhythm with the flicks of my tongue against her ass. The combination of sensations is overwhelming, propelling her towards a precipice of pleasure. I work her over methodically, savouring each moan, each gasp, each shudder that courses through her. Her body is tense, coiled tight with anticipation, ready to snap. And when it does, I want to be there, ready to catch her, to guide her through the waves of pleasure that will consume her. Suddenly, her body convulses, surrendering to the powerful orgasm that sweeps over her. Her muscles tense and then release in a series of violent spasms, each one more intense than the last. She cries out, her voice muffled as she buries her face into the plush backrest of the couch. Her entire body shakes, tremors of pleasure radiating out from her core, consuming her completely. The intensity of her orgasm is overwhelming, a raw, primal force that leaves her breathless and spent. Her screams fill the room, a passionate symphony of pleasure that echoes off the walls. Her bound limbs strain against the restraints, the leather biting into her skin as she writhes in ecstasy. Her back arches off the couch, her body desperate for more contact, more stimulation. Her hips buck wildly, seeking my touch, my fingers, anything to prolong the waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, the rhythmic contractions a testament to the intensity of her climax. The slick walls of her ...