Submitted by megan on Mon, 08/17/2009 - 07:44
I'm too busy to fuck, I've made this patently clear. But it's hot as blazes in our top floor apartment and I'm working at the kitchen table in your boxers. And I know the sight of a femme in your underwear makes you crazy. You keep floating up to the back of me. Maybe use a finger to lift the tendrils stuck to my neck. Maybe take a lick of the sweat behind my ear. I do my best to ignore you.
You take a different tack.
I feel a light breeze on my clit, stop still. You blow harder. Your tongue, your sure tongue, up my inner thigh then a slow slide to open my slit. You pinch and twist my clit, slowly use that muscular tongue to fuck me. I drop my arms, lean back, let the sweat drip from my shoulders.