“Clink clink clink.” The pelleting sound of rain reverberates against the humid, lust-covered windowpane like a million tiny icepicks splitting a glacier into powder-ridden shards.
James swipes the desk clean, forcing Ginger’s agile torso onto the kitchen table. The candlestick on the windowsill dimly illuminates their shadows against the royal purple curtains, and they are seen by passer-byers merely as two anonymous silhouettes consumed with lust.
James’ eager fingers furiously part Ginger’s pale thighs of snow, compelling her nimble back to arch in carnal desire as a slow, burning coil spirals from her dewy slit to the very tip of her spine. And even though her cunt desperately aches to have his meaty cock deeply buried within the snug confines of it’s generously engorged labia, James’ insatiable hunger can be quenched only by devouring the creamy white puddle of nectar pooling in the mouth of her ripened, quivering vagina. The moist elixir of his tongue bathing her pussy in rabid, hungry licks, blushes Ginger’s fair complexion to that of a gossamer rosy hue; from the fleshy mounds of her pallid breasts to the midst of her scarlet-stained cheeks, she is blood red in all form; the true color of lust. Her pale brown nipples slowly sharpen into stiffened peaks, and her sultry voice is now nothing more than a throaty, ecstatic whisper, audible only to true sex aficionados and Greek Gods.
“Please fuck me, James . . .” Ginger begs with her eyes.
Through clenched fingers she yanks fistfuls of his hair, bringing his moist tongue forward and flush against her hardened, berry-like clit. James relishes every fleshy crevice and puffy wrinkle of her innermost femininity—his saliva a molten river of thick magma fluidly snaking and burrowing its way down the curvaceous tunnels of her ravenous, bloated pussy. Fully on the verge of a monumental climax that can no longer be contained, Ginger writhes and gyrates recklessly in his arms and feels a warm flow of frothy cream gush loosely from her tender, inflamed peach. James drinks greedily from her stream of juicy tartness; this moment of sticky desire for Ginger so intense, yet the desire for him to enter her just yet, simply too overpowering.
~Ginger http://www.hotphonesexluv.com/ginger/
src="http://hotphonesexluv.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif"> 
Comments