This is one of the advantages of having big hands. Wrapping my hands around an inner thigh, while the other holds her in position by gripping her hip there is nothing left to do but devour. Every fold, every crease, every inch pushed, probed, flicked, ravished and savored. A matted mess of stubble, wetness and slurping. Every orgasm extracted with or without consent, you may beg me stop but this is for me and I will cease when I’ve had enough.
Just… Yeah. You had me at sucking my thumb…
La tua pelle ed il taglio dell’ orchidea,
per me ti fai sempre indecente.
“The great object of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even though in pain.” ~ Lord Byron
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