A dim lit treehouse bedroom. Tropical plants. Pleasantly humid and cool.
You came into my space. I’m going to devour you.
I push aside the waves of your long hair. Revealing your generous cleavage. And your delicate skin which I bury my nose in to whiff and get high on.
You throw your head back for me, hold on to my neck. Inviting me to indulge in your hormonally scented breasts.
I lick it up like ice cream. You being to whimper and being into my unstoppable cock, still buried in linens.
I back off. You look at me with the same desire I have for you. I lift you up and carefully toss you on the bed. You think you’re coming back for a kiss. I hop on beside you and push you by the chest to lay down.
I pull your legs to a comfortable position. Remove your short skirt and panties.
You rub yourself briefly before I dive my face between your legs.
Kissing your inner butt. Licking the crease between your leg and mound. Kissing the tendon.