relax, woman.”
His growl of an order this time frightened her and caught her off guard. And it gave her mind just the millisecond it needed to forget nervous muscles and clenched nerves.
Chloe’s body spasmed, tightened, and had to buck against her mind and reflexes for only a second before taking over. It then released itself completely in a new and almost frightening wave of pleasure. A physical pleasure she had felt begin to build many times before, but had never experienced for what it could truly be. She trembled and felt freezing fire run down her limbs, out each finger and toe, pausing only for a second at their tips before heading back to the very place Luke had just ignited inside her.
Once set into motion, Chloe’s body didn’t resist what was happening to it. Muscles and nerves never consciously used before constricted and relaxed and flexed themselves. Waking for the first time as they were supposed to exist. Making her aware of them. And in their awakening, expunging what she had secretly hoarded inside herself for the extent of her life.
A deluge of warm, female come poured into his open palm.
The pulsing spasms that continued for several seconds milked her sex of every last drop of liquid she’d held. They drained her. Chloe looked down at the man as he brought her own female kind of semen to his mouth and felt a sense of depletion take over her body. More now than she had ever felt before. But this emptiness and depletion wasn’t a void. Rather, a relief.
As Luke lapped up the wetness from his hand and then raised his lips to almost touch hers, Chloe felt the tug of complete physical exhaustion and satisfaction begin at the base of her skull and follow the exact path the bizarre physical reaction he’d just provoked from her had taken.
“Has any man ever made you come like that before?”
Chloe could smell the musty, acidic evidence of ejaculate as his lips brushed hers. But it hadn’t come from him. Or from any other man. She shook her head to his question and drew in another long whiff of her own sterile female come. The evidence of yet another elusive fable she had read of and heard tell of, but had never had a lover talented enough to purge from her own sex before now.
“Did you like it?”
Chloe averted her eyes at his question. She had liked it. Although it had scared her at first with its intensity and foreign pressures and methods of expression. And because it had seemed much more physical in nature and hadn’t needed the same emotional components that her other orgasms had always deemed necessary.
She nodded again and looked back up to eyes that were searching hers for something now. Judging her satisfaction, Chloe wanted to believe. Her honesty with her evaluation of his performance, she suspected even more. Luke brought his fingers up and gripped her face between them. They were wet. Sticky with her. And they and his breath and lips smelled of her sex.
“Have you ever tasted yourself before?”
She had. But Chloe stared into his eyes and remained still. She had tasted her body many times, both in the privacy of her own enjoyment and as it drenched the cock of a lover after he had been inside her. But Luke wanted her to say, “No.”
And so she did.
She watched him lick his lips and then lean forward to wet hers with the same motion. Her cunt pulsed angrily at her reinstated refusal to allow it to take what it wanted from this man. Her clit throbbed in a similar rhythm. Pounding. Insisting that she allow them to indulge in what was being offered.
The sweet and salty twang of her own body filled her mouth as Luke’s tongue pressed inside her and coated her taste buds with what he had just enticed and then savored from her pussy. Chloe’s tongue met his, searching out her own flavor. Deciding whether pleasant or offensive the mixture of his mouth and her juices was to her palate.
The tastes and aromas of their sexual caballing whispered into the depths of Chloe’s
His growl of an order this time frightened her and caught her off guard. And it gave her mind just the millisecond it needed to forget nervous muscles and clenched nerves.
Chloe’s body spasmed, tightened, and had to buck against her mind and reflexes for only a second before taking over. It then released itself completely in a new and almost frightening wave of pleasure. A physical pleasure she had felt begin to build many times before, but had never experienced for what it could truly be. She trembled and felt freezing fire run down her limbs, out each finger and toe, pausing only for a second at their tips before heading back to the very place Luke had just ignited inside her.
Once set into motion, Chloe’s body didn’t resist what was happening to it. Muscles and nerves never consciously used before constricted and relaxed and flexed themselves. Waking for the first time as they were supposed to exist. Making her aware of them. And in their awakening, expunging what she had secretly hoarded inside herself for the extent of her life.
A deluge of warm, female come poured into his open palm.
The pulsing spasms that continued for several seconds milked her sex of every last drop of liquid she’d held. They drained her. Chloe looked down at the man as he brought her own female kind of semen to his mouth and felt a sense of depletion take over her body. More now than she had ever felt before. But this emptiness and depletion wasn’t a void. Rather, a relief.
As Luke lapped up the wetness from his hand and then raised his lips to almost touch hers, Chloe felt the tug of complete physical exhaustion and satisfaction begin at the base of her skull and follow the exact path the bizarre physical reaction he’d just provoked from her had taken.
“Has any man ever made you come like that before?”
Chloe could smell the musty, acidic evidence of ejaculate as his lips brushed hers. But it hadn’t come from him. Or from any other man. She shook her head to his question and drew in another long whiff of her own sterile female come. The evidence of yet another elusive fable she had read of and heard tell of, but had never had a lover talented enough to purge from her own sex before now.
“Did you like it?”
Chloe averted her eyes at his question. She had liked it. Although it had scared her at first with its intensity and foreign pressures and methods of expression. And because it had seemed much more physical in nature and hadn’t needed the same emotional components that her other orgasms had always deemed necessary.
She nodded again and looked back up to eyes that were searching hers for something now. Judging her satisfaction, Chloe wanted to believe. Her honesty with her evaluation of his performance, she suspected even more. Luke brought his fingers up and gripped her face between them. They were wet. Sticky with her. And they and his breath and lips smelled of her sex.
“Have you ever tasted yourself before?”
She had. But Chloe stared into his eyes and remained still. She had tasted her body many times, both in the privacy of her own enjoyment and as it drenched the cock of a lover after he had been inside her. But Luke wanted her to say, “No.”
And so she did.
She watched him lick his lips and then lean forward to wet hers with the same motion. Her cunt pulsed angrily at her reinstated refusal to allow it to take what it wanted from this man. Her clit throbbed in a similar rhythm. Pounding. Insisting that she allow them to indulge in what was being offered.
The sweet and salty twang of her own body filled her mouth as Luke’s tongue pressed inside her and coated her taste buds with what he had just enticed and then savored from her pussy. Chloe’s tongue met his, searching out her own flavor. Deciding whether pleasant or offensive the mixture of his mouth and her juices was to her palate.
The tastes and aromas of their sexual caballing whispered into the depths of Chloe’s
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