Devoured-Erotic Audio Story by Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Devoured”. Dear Sir, Whisper in my ear, as you mount me, sweetness I’ve never heard and will never forget.

Whisper the secret of your indelible love, all thoughts – promise they’re ever present.

Whisper of a perfect bond that defies logic and providence, yet persists and builds with each word exchanged.

Whisper softly, like the sound of crickets, growing more persistent with your swelling desire.

Whisper in my ear how much you want me … how much you want to cum inside me and how much I turn you on.

Whisper in my ear how much you love my body … how good my cunt feels, tight and hot around your cock.

Whisper in my ear, how you will make my ass quiver against your belly before you let me cum

Whisper a breathy growl while you plunge and plunder my taut crevice – slippery and slick

Whisper in my ear, encouraging me while I prepare to cum, my body rippling as it almost succumbs.

Moan in my ear while my pussy pulses in concert with your explosion.

Moan as our release relaxes … melding into each other, heaving in our mingled sweat – one slick body forcing its weight into the mattress leaving our mark, cold and wet, after we leave.

Are you ready for fuck-me audio?Let’s begin….

Devoured. By an insatiable woman a hundred miles away, a thousand, five thousand. By a woman he’s never met.

Devoured.

That’s how he feels as he collapses into the bed, as he drags the cool, crisp sheets back across his naked body. Devoured. Exhausted.

And alive.

Exhilarated.

Charged.

He closes his eyes, and tries to picture her. Soft breasts capped with lust-swollen nipples. A mound embellished with a fine thread of soft curls. The lips of her sex sleek and inviting, gleaming with lust.

The perceptive gaze, rich with piercing desire. A sinful smile. The noise of the midnight traffic outside begins to fade, and the sound of her voice resonates softly through his imagination.

The sweet gasps of her pleasure. Her climax rising, soaring for an instant, and then fading deliciously back into silence. He remembers the way he ached to hear her voice in the room with him, to have her breathe into his ear.

His spent cock begins to swell again.

He’s just the latest man to excite her by Messenger. The latest to try and entice her with the quality of his carnal imagination. The latest to seek to satisfy her by the power of his words alone. The latest, and undoubtedly not the last.

It’s inevitable. She’s an insatiable woman, after all.

But maybe he’ll linger in her memory a little while yet.