Just a few of my favorite lines: Elijah's eyes are closed, and a soft smile drugged with patience lingers on his mouth. Oh, the naughty little "I'll be good until I decide to test you" smile of his. I want to lick it off his face . . .
where his hands rest, their position framing his half-hard cock that's rising with a slow languor, as if taking its time about deciding to play Taking its time about deciding to play . . . the image kills me . . . just kills me . . .
He looks like some luxuriant harem creature kneeling before me, shoulders brushed by wavy locks. Mine, I think, as I would think of a cat, as if thinking made it true. He does so remind me a lanky, graceful cat in so many ways. The purring and stretching and graceful flexibility . . . a very effective description dropped in here and there . . . MROWR!
winding his tongue through my hair as if he's lost what he's looking for. Oh, him and his crap sense of direction Ü. . . grabs his long, tempting hair and directs him where he needs to be . . . right there
He smiles, purring, and dips his head to rub that rich mane along my thighs, then between my legs. Do you have any idea what I would pay for a ride on his hair . . . *whimper*
I smell the hot scent of sex in the sweat of his neck and my own juices still shining on his face.
I nuzzle into it, breathing the dark warm scent that's him - thick and light, animal scent of strain and sweet shivering sex. Do you know what a hOr I am to the STINK KINK? This is just so fucking perfect . . . *goes slack-jawed, dreamy-eyed just imagining the smells of sex, fucking glorious sex . . .
I'm amazed at how his arching and struggling make me feel - strong and hot and a little cruel. Amazing, and hot and that little dash of cruel . . . a recipe for tingling my girly bits in the most pleasantest of ways!
*bows to the Master of the Lijahporn and laps at her toes subserviently*
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where his hands rest, their position framing his half-hard cock that's rising with a slow languor, as if taking its time about deciding to play Taking its time about deciding to play . . . the image kills me . . . just kills me . . .
He looks like some luxuriant harem creature kneeling before me, shoulders brushed by wavy locks. Mine, I think, as I would think of a cat, as if thinking made it true. He does so remind me a lanky, graceful cat in so many ways. The purring and stretching and graceful flexibility . . . a very effective description dropped in here and there . . . MROWR!
winding his tongue through my hair as if he's lost what he's looking for. Oh, him and his crap sense of direction Ü. . . grabs his long, tempting hair and directs him where he needs to be . . . right there
He smiles, purring, and dips his head to rub that rich mane along my thighs, then between my legs. Do you have any idea what I would pay for a ride on his hair . . . *whimper*
I smell the hot scent of sex in the sweat of his neck and my own juices still shining on his face.
I nuzzle into it, breathing the dark warm scent that's him - thick and light, animal scent of strain and sweet shivering sex. Do you know what a hOr I am to the STINK KINK? This is just so fucking perfect . . . *goes slack-jawed, dreamy-eyed just imagining the smells of sex, fucking glorious sex . . .
I'm amazed at how his arching and struggling make me feel - strong and hot and a little cruel. Amazing, and hot and that little dash of cruel . . . a recipe for tingling my girly bits in the most pleasantest of ways!
*bows to the Master of the Lijahporn and laps at her toes subserviently*
THANK YOU!