I Like Reading Naughty Stories
Murmuring against my mouth. “Christ, you’re wet. Ah, so wet. You’re driving me crazy with your sounds and how wet you are for me.” Dragging my juice up and over my clit, then rammed two fingers inside me, luring a series of whimpers from my body. One more brush of my clit and I was over the edge, my orgasm spurring me to convulsions. “God, you come so easily.” “I have to make you do that again.”
Slipping off my panties while I still shuddered. “Lean your elbows back on the counter,” they commanded. I did, grateful for the support it gave me. They put their hands on my knees and spread my legs apart, opening me further. Before I realized what was happening, their fingers returned to my hole—three of them now—and their tongue was on my clit. “Fuck!” I cried, unable to bear another climax, unable to live without it. Their skilled fingers fucked me, plunging in and pulling out in long, steady strokes as they sucked and licked at my cleft. I clutched the end of the counter behind me as I felt the ripple of another orgasm overtake me, all my muscles tightening, my core clenching around their fingers. Still, they fed on me, lapping up the evidence of my ecstasy, caressing my tender nerves with their tongue with endless devotion. It was so much—too much. A third climax tore through me, right on the heels of the last. I threw my head back, trembling violently and cried out—a curse, maybe, or their name or unintelligible sounds, too mindless to identify the details of my cry.
Slipping off my panties while I still shuddered. “Lean your elbows back on the counter,” they commanded. I did, grateful for the support it gave me. They put their hands on my knees and spread my legs apart, opening me further. Before I realized what was happening, their fingers returned to my hole—three of them now—and their tongue was on my clit. “Fuck!” I cried, unable to bear another climax, unable to live without it. Their skilled fingers fucked me, plunging in and pulling out in long, steady strokes as they sucked and licked at my cleft. I clutched the end of the counter behind me as I felt the ripple of another orgasm overtake me, all my muscles tightening, my core clenching around their fingers. Still, they fed on me, lapping up the evidence of my ecstasy, caressing my tender nerves with their tongue with endless devotion. It was so much—too much. A third climax tore through me, right on the heels of the last. I threw my head back, trembling violently and cried out—a curse, maybe, or their name or unintelligible sounds, too mindless to identify the details of my cry.
