Rain- Spicy Story by Salty Vixen

Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s episode is titled “Rain”. Dear Sir…It makes little sense this passion for you; this hunger that marks my days and my nights, this craving that racks flesh yielding and soft, this torrent of carnality, sultry sensuality, this yearning that shakes me through to the core.

It makes little sense.

And yet, it makes little sense without you; this desiring body at home with your touch, this woman of longing at peace in your kiss, this being familiar, this figure estranged reflected in the glass back at me. It makes little sense. She makes little sense.

I make little sense without you near.

Pleasure, please? Let’s begin….…

Your come rains down hard onto the smooth fullness of my well-fucked cunt, jet after jet of searing cream drenching my glistening lips, sizzling drops and drips etching my brightness with your name, marking my skin with your possession.

As you straddle my supine form, muscular chest heaving, satisfied body recovering, I direct your heavy gaze to the delicate fingers gliding through your slippery essence, painting the swell of my breasts, the peaks of my nipples, tracing the folds of my flower, teasing the plump, greedy clitoris crying out for more.

But it is only once your fingers meet my sensually circling and fondling the pure pink pleasure; it is only once your gluttonous digits scoop up your thick seed, feeding it into the depths of my tight velvet heat; it is only once your spent cock finds new life again, driving into me with an urgent fury, merging the juices of our lust; it is only once the deluge saturates my sweet cunt that my body opens to receive its right and its privilege, that my full mouth parts in ecstasy breathtaking, absolute and sublime.