Skin Hunger: A Twisted Desire

The warmth of the morning sun peeked through the curtains, and I awakened with a naked stretch. The warmth on my member made me tingle unexpectedly. I was cozy under the covers. My body still buzzed with the leftover kinky energy from the night before. I told you to have your way with me. And oh, how you had your way up and down my body like never before!

Rolling over, I expected to find you next to me, but you were already up and dressed. No outfit compares to the way your skin fits your body. That tight ass of yours, popped in the air, as your head bobs in my lap, lapping up every inch of my cock. I replay our fuck fest over and over again. Would you like to know how I experienced it? You always ask me how sex feels from my perspective. Let me do my best to give a play by play of how we each were becumming the other’s fantasy.

“Slave, come here.”

Without a sound you moved forward two steps, stopping less than a foot from me. I could see your chest rising and falling faster. A different kind of heat crept through your body. The kind that was nothing less than pure sexual longing. The kind that calls for a good fucking.

Muscles spasming… Pussy squirting… Good fucking.

“Good. Now I want you to spread your legs.” Once again, you obeyed without question. You moved your feet about a foot apart as you lowered your eyes.

I ran my fingers down your face and cupped your jaw. I pressed my thumb against your lips as you opened your mouth to gently lick the tip. I pushed it in and you immediately began to suck and lick it seductively.

“Jill. Jill, look at me when I talk to you.” Your eyes widened and your face jerked up as you rushed to meet my gaze.

“Good. Now. Your legs aren’t as wide as I would like.”

You inched your legs further apart until two feet of space rested between them. You stood in front of me like that, naked and wet, your legs spread wide enough to part your pussy lips. I remained fully clothed, dry, and controlled. But you were completely exposed.

You were my personal sex slave. Not like we usually play where I’m timid about what I want. This time I controlled every inch of you. And you loved every moment. I have known this about you for a while. You crave to be controlled. You long to be lusted after with total abandon. Tonight wasn’t just for me. It was your deepest fantasy come true.

We were becumming each other’s fantasy.

It took all of my willpower to keep my eyes on your eyes. The impulse to lower my eyes, and admire your gorgeous breasts, nearly overwhelmed me. At the same time, I wanted nothing more than to demand sex from you.

Warring emotions fed my rapidly mounting desire. My senses were launching into overdrive.

The steam at your back contrasted with the cold air drifting through the open shower door. It left your suckable nipples hard. Your tits were begging for me to play with them. Water dripped slowly from your hair onto the drying skin of your breasts and stomach. Dripping down inch by agonizing inch. With every heartbeat, more blood pulsed into my throbbing cock and aching body. I needed you.

I stared intently into your eyes for what seemed like forever. Each second, each heartbeat, brought me closer to you. Ever taking me nearer to that point when need overcomes inhibition. I needed to get you there. Where your body and mind finally submit and you become mine, an instrument thrumming beneath my expert touch.

Finally, I said something. “Mmm. Very good.”

With my left index finger, I caught a droplet on your right breast. Then I traced it down and around and pulled on the nipple. You gasped. A smile tugged at my lips. I continued with another drop in looping circles down your stomach. Finally stopping at the top of your slit. You tilted your hips in my direction.

“Yes, touch me!” you moaned.

My hand cupped your entire mound, palm resting against your clitoris. The tips of my fingers rested over your vagina. The breath whooshed out of your lungs and your body trembled, waiting for my next request.

My middle finger slipped inside of you up to the first knuckle and your hips jerked down in reaction. You moaned quietly. Your eyes drifted shut as I slowly circled my fingertip around your slick opening. I dipped it in slightly, feeling your warm wetness.

“Jill! Jill, look at me when I talk to you.” Your eyes widened and your face jerked up as you rushed to meet my gaze.

“Good. Now. Your legs aren’t as wide as I would like.”

You inched your legs further apart until two feet of space rested between them. You stood in front of me like that, naked and wet, your legs spread wide enough to part your pussy lips. I remained fully clothed, dry, and controlled. But you were completely exposed.

You were my personal sex slave. Not like we usually play where I’m timid about what I want. This time I controlled every inch of you. And you loved every moment. I have known this about you for a while. You crave to be controlled. You long to be lusted after with total abandon. Tonight wasn’t just for me. It was your deepest fantasy come true.

We were becumming each other’s fantasy.

It took all of my willpower to keep my eyes on your eyes. The impulse to lower my eyes, and admire your gorgeous breasts, nearly overwhelmed me. At the same time, I wanted nothing more than to demand sex from you.

Warring emotions fed my rapidly mounting desire. My senses were launching into overdrive.

The steam at your back contrasted with the cold air drifting through the open shower door. It left your suckable nipples hard. Your tits were begging for me to play with them. Water dripped slowly from your hair onto the drying skin of your breasts and stomach. Dripping down inch by agonizing inch. With every heartbeat, more blood pulsed into my throbbing cock and aching body. I needed you.

I stared intently into your eyes for what seemed like forever. Each second, each heartbeat, brought me closer to you. Ever taking me nearer to that point when need overcomes inhibition. I needed to get you there. Where your body and mind finally submit and you become mine, an instrument thrumming beneath my expert touch.

Finally, I said something. “Mmm. Very good.”

With my left index finger, I caught a droplet on your right breast. Then I traced it down and around and pulled on the nipple. You gasped. A smile tugged at my lips. I continued with another drop in looping circles down your stomach. Finally stopping at the top of your slit. You tilted your hips in my direction.

“Yes, touch me!” you moaned.

My hand cupped your entire mound, palm resting against your clitoris. The tips of my fingers rested over your vagina. The breath whooshed out of your lungs and your body trembled, waiting for my next request.

My middle finger slipped inside of you up to the first knuckle and your hips jerked down in reaction. You moaned quietly. Your eyes drifted shut as I slowly circled my fingertip around your slick opening. I dipped it in slightly, feeling your warm wetness.

“Jill! Jill, look at me when I talk to you.” Your eyes widened and your face jerked up as you rushed to meet my gaze.

“Good. Now. Your legs aren’t as wide as I would like.”

You inched your legs further apart until two feet of space rested between them. You stood in front of me like that, naked and wet, your legs spread wide enough to part your pussy lips. I remained fully clothed, dry, and controlled. But you were completely exposed.

You were my personal sex slave. Not like we usually play where I’m timid about what I want. This time I controlled every inch of you. And you loved every moment. I have known this about you for a while. You crave to be controlled. You long to be lusted after with total abandon. Tonight wasn’t just for me. It was your deepest fantasy come true.

We were becumming each other’s fantasy.

It took all of my willpower to keep my eyes on your eyes. The impulse to lower my eyes, and admire your gorgeous breasts, nearly overwhelmed me. At the same time, I wanted nothing more than to demand sex from you.

Warring emotions fed my rapidly mounting desire. My senses were launching into overdrive.

The steam at your back contrasted with the cold air drifting through the open shower door. It left your suckable nipples hard. Your tits were begging for me to play with them. Water dripped slowly from your hair onto the drying skin of your breasts and stomach. Dripping down inch by agonizing inch. With every heartbeat, more blood pulsed into my throbbing cock and aching body. I needed you.

I stared intently into your eyes for what seemed like forever. Each second, each heartbeat, brought me closer to you. Ever taking me nearer to that point when need overcomes inhibition. I needed to get you there. Where your body and mind finally submit and you become mine, an instrument thrumming beneath my expert touch.

Finally, I said something. “Mmm. Very good.”

With my left index finger, I caught a droplet on your right breast. Then I traced it down and around and pulled on the nipple. You gasped. A smile tugged at my lips. I continued with another drop in looping circles down your stomach. Finally stopping at the top of your slit. You tilted your hips in my direction.

“Yes, touch me!” you moaned.

My hand cupped your entire mound, palm resting against your clitoris. The tips of my fingers rested over your vagina. The breath whooshed out of your lungs and your body trembled, waiting for my next request.

My middle finger slipped inside of you up to the first knuckle and your hips jerked down in reaction. You moaned quietly. Your eyes drifted shut as I slowly circled my fingertip around your slick opening. I dipped it in slightly, feeling your warm wetness.

“Jill! Jill, look at me when I talk to you.” Your eyes widened and your face jerked up as you rushed to meet my gaze.

“Good. Now. Your legs aren’t as wide as I would like.”

You inched your legs further apart until two feet of space rested between them. You stood in front of me like that, naked and wet, your legs spread wide enough to part your pussy lips. I remained fully clothed, dry, and controlled. But you were completely exposed.

You were my personal sex slave. Not like we usually play where I’m timid about what I want. This time I controlled every inch of you. And you loved every moment. I have known this about you for a while. You crave to be controlled. You long to be lusted after with total abandon. Tonight wasn’t just for me. It was your deepest fantasy come true.

We were becumming each other’s fantasy.

It took all of my willpower to keep my eyes on your eyes. The impulse to lower my eyes, and admire your gorgeous breasts, nearly overwhelmed me. At the same time, I wanted nothing more than to demand sex from you.

Warring emotions fed my rapidly mounting desire. My senses were launching into overdrive.

The steam at your back contrasted with the cold air drifting through the open shower door. It left your suckable nipples hard. Your tits were begging for me to play with them. Water dripped slowly from your hair onto the drying skin of your breasts and stomach. Dripping down inch by agonizing inch. With every heartbeat, more blood pulsed into my throbbing cock and aching body. I needed you.

I stared intently into your eyes for what seemed like forever. Each second, each heartbeat, brought me closer to you. Ever taking me nearer to that point when need overcomes inhibition. I needed to get you there. Where your body and mind finally submit and you become mine, an instrument thrumming beneath my expert touch.

Finally, I said something. “Mmm. Very good.”

With my left index finger, I caught a droplet on your right breast. Then I traced it down and around and pulled on the nipple. You gasped. A smile tugged at my lips. I continued with another drop in looping circles down your stomach. Finally stopping at the top of your slit. You tilted your hips in my direction.

“Yes, touch me!” you moaned.

My hand cupped your entire mound, palm resting against your clitoris. The tips of my fingers rested over your vagina. The breath whooshed out of your lungs and your body trembled, waiting for my next request.

My middle finger slipped inside of you up to the first knuckle and your hips jerked down in reaction. You moaned quietly. Your eyes drifted shut as I slowly circled my fingertip around your slick opening. I dipped it in slightly, feeling your warm wetness.

“Jill! Jill, look at me when I talk to you.” Your eyes widened and your face jerked up as you rushed to meet my gaze.

“Good. Now. Your legs aren’t as wide as I would like.”

You inched your legs further apart until two feet of space rested between them. You stood in front of me like that, naked and wet, your legs spread wide enough to part your pussy lips. I remained fully clothed, dry, and controlled. But you were completely exposed.

You were my personal sex slave. Not like we usually play where I’m timid about what I want. This time I controlled every inch of you. And you loved every moment. I have known this about you for a while. You crave to be controlled. You long to be lusted after with total abandon. Tonight wasn’t just for me. It was your deepest fantasy come true.

We were becumming each other’s fantasy.

It took all of my willpower to keep my eyes on your eyes. The impulse to lower my eyes, and admire your gorgeous breasts, nearly overwhelmed me. At the same time, I wanted nothing more than to demand sex from you.

Warring emotions fed my rapidly mounting desire. My senses were launching into overdrive.

The steam at your back contrasted with the cold air drifting through the open shower door. It left your suckable nipples hard. Your tits were begging for me to play with them. Water dripped slowly from your hair onto the drying skin of your breasts and stomach. Dripping down inch by agonizing inch. With every heartbeat, more blood pulsed into my throbbing cock and aching body. I needed you.

I stared intently into your eyes for what seemed like forever. Each second, each heartbeat, brought me closer to you. Ever taking me nearer to that point when need overcomes inhibition. I needed to get you there. Where your body and mind finally submit and you become mine, an instrument thrumming beneath my expert touch.

Finally, I said something. “Mmm. Very good.”

With my left index finger, I caught a droplet on your right breast. Then I traced it down and around and pulled on the nipple. You gasped. A smile tugged at my lips. I continued with another drop in looping circles down your stomach. Finally stopping at the top of your slit. You tilted your hips in my direction.

“Yes, touch me!” you moaned.

My hand cupped your entire mound, palm resting against your clitoris. The tips of my fingers rested over your vagina. The breath whooshed out of your lungs and your body trembled, waiting for my next request.

My middle finger slipped inside of you up to the first knuckle and your hips jerked down in reaction. You moaned quietly. Your eyes drifted shut as I slowly circled my fingertip around your slick opening. I dipped it in slightly, feeling your warm wetness.

“Jill! Jill, look at me when I talk to you.” Your eyes widened and your face jerked up as you rushed to meet my gaze.

“Good. Now. Your legs aren’t as wide as I would like.”

You inched your legs further apart until two feet of space rested between them. You stood in front of me like that, naked and wet, your legs spread wide enough to part your pussy lips. I remained fully clothed, dry, and controlled. But you were completely exposed.

You were my personal sex slave. Not like we usually play where I’m timid about what I want. This time I controlled every inch of you. And you loved every moment. I have known this about you for a while. You crave to be controlled. You long to be lusted after with total abandon. Tonight wasn’t just for me. It was your deepest fantasy come true.

We were becumming each other’s fantasy.

It took all of my willpower to keep my eyes on your eyes. The impulse to lower my eyes, and admire your gorgeous breasts, nearly overwhelmed me. At the same time, I wanted nothing more than to demand sex from you.

Warring emotions fed my rapidly mounting desire. My senses were launching into overdrive.

The steam at your back contrasted with the cold air drifting through the open shower door. It left your suckable nipples hard. Your tits were begging for me to play with them. Water dripped slowly from your hair onto the drying skin of your breasts and stomach. Dripping down inch by agonizing inch. With every heartbeat, more blood pulsed into my throbbing cock and aching body. I needed you.

I stared intently into your eyes for what seemed like forever. Each second, each heartbeat, brought me closer to you. Ever taking me nearer to that point when need overcomes inhibition. I needed to get you there. Where your body and mind finally submit and you become mine, an instrument thrumming beneath my expert touch.

Finally, I said something. “Mmm. Very good.”

With my left index finger, I caught a droplet on your right breast. Then I traced it down and around and pulled on the nipple. You gasped. A smile tugged at my lips. I continued with another drop in looping circles down your stomach. Finally stopping at the top of your slit. You tilted your hips in my direction.

“Yes, touch me!” you moaned.

My hand cupped your entire mound, palm resting against your clitoris. The tips of my fingers rested over your vagina. The breath whooshed out of your lungs and your body trembled, waiting for my next request.

My middle finger slipped inside of you up to the first knuckle and your hips jerked down in reaction. You moaned quietly. Your eyes drifted shut as I slowly circled my fingertip around your slick opening. I dipped it in slightly, feeling your warm wetness.

“Jill! Jill, look at me when I talk to you.” Your eyes widened and your face jerked up as you rushed to meet my gaze.

“Good. Now. Your legs aren’t as wide as I would like.”

You inched your legs further apart until two feet of space rested between them. You

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