Night was dark. But the hedonism the night had was gratifying. The touches that carved my pale skin were even more fervid. My body was so used to his fingers, to his touches, and yet everytime he inched near me, it felt like new. His touch on my body felt like the neverending water of the perennial river. It was endless. It quenched my thirst, only to make me even more thirsty.
"Do you feel me on your body, darling?" He asked me, the feather in his hand tickling my skin and my toes curled back as his lips and tongue worshipped my body, like never before. The pleasure we worshipped had taken another phase. His tongue had now replaced his lips in the majority sections of my body.
"Freak, yes. Can you hold me for a second before resuming?" I pleaded to him, opening my eyes half, as sweat
