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+A through F › Fear Effect
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,978
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Fear Effect, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Hana joins in
Consciousness returns with a groan as I feel his weight shift above me, extracting his still rigid member from my body. I shiver, gasping in complaint at the loss of his impaling manhood from the grasping, traitorous flesh of my cunt. But your lips are hot, demanding, insistent, contemptuous of my enfeebled, weary state as they claim mine in passion. Your tongue is hungry, sinuous, dominant as it quests into my mouth.
“God Rain,” you pant your breath fervid, torrid in my mouth. “That was…hot…got to have you…now…need your head…between my thighs…your lips…tongue on my clit…”
Quickly, desperate with your need to take pleasure of me, discarding your skirt, you move to straddle me. Shuffling your way up the length of my body to sit astride my face, the sweet scent of your musk fills my senses. Your cunt pouts, lush, liquid, exquisite. It o to to drip your honeyed liquor onto me. Sighing, with a groan you lower yourself onto me and your hips buck as, obedient as always, I find your clit with my tongue. Despite my wearied, emotional state, my mouth works furiously for your pleasure. You gasp, riding my face, grinding the hot center of your being down onto me, as I feast on the humid, savoury, richness of your flesh, the blade of my tongue dragging through your viscous wetness, searching out every familiar fold and detail of your sex, and though I can still taste his sticky essence in my mouth, the sweet liquor of your arousal burns on my tongue, purifying me of his alien flavour.
My heart flutters again at the memory of him and a secret part of me, deep almost hidden in the dark depths of my desires, almost unrecognized by myself, entertains the hope that you will make me service him again.
Above me, you come, with a cry, on my tongue, coating my face, filling my mouth with your feminine essence, the flavour of your arousal, your climax, bucking in rapture on my face.
Looking down, your eyes lock onto mine holding them as my tongue moves slower now, more gently within you, and I know you see deep into that dark, deep recess of my soul. You smile in triumph as you note that new part of me. There are no limits, no ends to what I will do for you and I know it.
So do you my love, my mistress.
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