She said, "I'm going to take care of you," and my thighs became the mouth of the Nile River. Suddenly this body was separate from my brain. Arched back and starving hands gripping her collar bone, my nails, and teeth became chisels, etching thank you notes into the soft of her neck and shoulders. I thought to myself, "she told me she couldn't dance," but her tongue performed perfect jazz circles in my mouth, drawing my chest in closer. I felt her hands push my panties to the side, and she looked to me for consent, (which just made me want to fuck her even more.) I whispered a soft, approving murmur, and in an instant, I realized what pleasure really was! Were those her hands, or did I fall into a heated pool of ecstasy? An unfamiliar sound escaped my lips. It startled me, and I felt slightly embarrassed for a moment but there was a fire in her eyes suddenly as if to say There's gold in you, honey, and I'm going to find it. I ...
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