He thrusts gently, and I gasp loudly. The gasps turn into a heavenly moan as he thrusts deep and cups my breasts, then licks them. His warm tongue is all over my cherry. His soft, full mouth sucks harder, and he bites my cherry gently. I moan at the heavenly pleasure and seem to have forgotten everything.
This feeling is quite addictive. Like opium, that makes me feel like I am floating.
My moaning pleases him. He really knows how to do it. He knows my weaknesses and sweet spots.
He's still growing. My hands could just about wrap around him, but not quite. My swimming legs have transformed into serpents and are winding themselves around him. I am completely prepared to gorge myself on him. My carnal craving for him is like a hunger that doesn't bother to chew its meal, and it makes me
