Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s episode is titled “in the Twilight”. Dear Sir…I curse the dreams that bring you back to me, the reverie so vivid I wake with the taste of you upon my lips, with the echo of your scent and heat and the trembling sensuality of your kiss, with the lover’s markings on my vulnerable skin, with the intimate flesh that forever calls for our deep perfecting fusion, for your hard and thick and gleaming completion.
Give me your male meat, I need it in me now, Sir. Let’s begin….
Fuck.
The growled utterance shatters resolutely the silence.
These four little letters, this singular word is all I need to sense the force of your desire, the complex ways in which I tempt you.
Here and now in the gloaming, dressed in nothing more than nylon and pearls and the heat of my own maddening craving, the pulsating ache between my thighs, the sex scarlet and sodden crying out for your mouth to kiss me soft and deep and long.
For your tongue to enslave me, to drink down this sweet, fragrant nectar, for your thick, hard flesh to fill me, unleash me, tame me, possess and fuck my tight honeyed cunt with a sensual measure that leaves my entire body trembling and these lips whispering their hunger for more.
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