Daydream in a coffee shop…

She was thick, beautifully so, and her cinnamon skin lit him up and pushed him, called him to find something in her. He knelt behind her, hands on her thighs, head buried in her backside, tongue searching out whatever it might find that could make her feel alive, make her respond. He alternated, licking her ass and sex, and she wetted his mouth and tongue. The fluid was viscous, and when he pulled his tongue away from her sex, a strain followed his mouth. He dove back in harder than before, sucking, lapping at her, and a moan escaped her and she ground harder into his two day growth of whiskers. She cupped her breasts, pulling on her erect nipples, rolling them, head thrown back, as he pleasured her. He entered her with two fingers and she whimpered, setting her feet, stabilizing herself to fuck his fingers hard. Water cascaded down her breasts and she threw her hips into his hand and he pumped hard, flicking her clit in rhythm. She braced against the shower walls, fucking his fingers, orgasm building, coming from some place deep, as if far away, and then suddenly immediate, a growing, urgent thing. Her sex was creaming his fingers, a series of moans and grunts launched into the air, fingers deep and his tongue a never ending sensation against her clit, which was on fire, and she lived in that moment to be fucked, to have his body, his c ck or any cock at that moment, douse the fire raging inside her…

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