Lollipop Porn

I step into our bedroom where you lay on our bed, lounging and relaxed in your favorite blue plaid boxers. An arm draped luxuriously behind your head as a pillow, while the ankles of your feet lay crossed.

Your eyes watch the TV screen as I enter the room to drink in the beauty of your body. Would it be a tease if a white pole of paper hung from between my lips as I suckled the ball of flavored candy attached there against my tongue?

Would you notice that as I was watching you rest while my hands had begun to caress myself? The tips of my fingers trailing a silken collar from the off-white robe I condoned.

Slowly meeting the classy tie at my supple hips, that, even under the short light weight material seemed to beg. Your head tilts as you see, from the corner of your eye, that I stand bare beneith the flimsy robe.

I let the shoulders of it glide down my back in a chilled caress. Soon to let it pool at my ankles in a hue of grey and white.

Lowering myself to a chair just behind me, I hope I’ve caught your attention. Knowing you love when my legs are spread for all to see I lean back.

Lifing a leg to place it above the arm rest of the chair before doing the same for the other. Fanning myself out for your very own veiw.

Would you call it a show as I begin to fondle my nipples? Rolling and pinching the already pert and aching buds.

Could I hush you with just a glance of forewarning as you shift on the bed? Wanting to come to me and perhaps help with the expariment to come.

Through all this my mouth would be locked around that slowly fading sphere of hard candy.

Soon my hand would lift from kneading my breast to my mouth to remove the lollipop from the warm depths of my lips. Holding that white stick between thumb and forefinger as my palm caresses down my stomach.

Would I beable to lift my eyes to you as my hand creeps lower before lunging the head of the sucker between the folds of my sex?

As I begin to jerk the child-like candy in and out of my pussy, coating it in my hot glaze, would I catch you masturbating to the sight?

Feeling my body tense I move my hand quicker. Never skipping a beat as I lean my head back to relish in the rising of my orgasm.

As I come, my pussy clenching and spasming around the ball of sensations, would I scream your name, or just the flavor?

When I have finished would you scoot across the bed with the intentions to further my pleasure?

Yes, I think you would. But instead of your tongue lapping my newly grape spiced pussy, it licks at my pussy flavored lollipop…

Copy Right, Desolation – 2003

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