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The entire drive over to her house, my mind was dominated by the thoughts of her breasts. The way she holds my head, used my head, and pulls me into her as I suckle is absolutely incredible. B—then again, I thought of the crystals. They are everywhere, but done in such a Murder-She-Wrote motif. I have now served her in her bedroom and in her living room, and the crystals and the herbs, and the entire –her breasts. She is so stunning. I love house my tongue can feel her nipple harden as it rides up and down. My lips can feel the bumps ripple across her areolas as she breaths deeply and enjoys the sensations. The artwork on her breasts, and her whole body, moves as I suckle, as if animating a painting. – Wait, I was thinking about crystals. The first time I was there, they were so alluring, so inviting, yet there was an air about them. About her. She is in my mind. The witching—those breasts, how big and firm and round they are. How wonderful they feel in my hands as I massage and suckle them. I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop, but still, I am compelled not to. I am controlled by them.
As my mind was going back and forth, I suddenly arrived at her doorstep. How did I get here? I had no memory of the drive. I know I did, but my mind- the crystals, they are bewit—her breasts. I got out of the truck and stumbled to her door. I felt compelled to go forward, to serve, to be in her need. As I got to the door, my knees gave may and I fell upon them. Suddenly, and without me knocking, the door opened.
She looked down on me, “My,my, already on your knees. Such a good pet.” I tried to stand, but she put her hand upon my head, “No, you look good down there. Crawl into my house pet.”
I leaned forward to the crawling position, and one my one, my hands and my knees crawled me to into her realm. She walked past me, whitling like she would the dog. “Follow pet.”
She walked into the living room as I crawled behind her. She removed her gown, a blue laced garment that I had not noticed. She sat down on the couch. “Now pet, do feel any compulsions?”
“Yes My Lady.”
“Oh? Do tell.”
“All the way over here, your breasts, they dominated my mind. All I could do is obsess and crave serving them. Their feel, their taste, –everything about them.”
“Wonderful. With every word, know you make yourself more and more my servant.”
I looked around, and noticed certain very old books, and crystals. I looked at her, “What are the crys—”
She grabbed my hair, “No more talking, suckle my pet.”
I could feel my heart rate slow as the soft skin of her breasts met my freshly shaved face. I must have some kind of amnesia, for every time her breasts touch my skin, is like the first time. The firmness and softness of them is almost impossible. How can they feel so luxurious?
She moaned and cradled my head as I suckled. The way she touches me, feels me, and uses me is completely intoxicating. But I need her. I need this, it is so profoundly wonderful to suckle this soft, tender, beautiful breast.
After about an hour, she pushed my head away. “Lay on the floor pet, on your back, head near the couch.”
I did as she said, then she stood, stepped over me, and sat down on my face, using the couch as easy support. I suddenly heard her words in my mind, ‘Suckle my clit.’
Without a moment’s hesitation, as her lips touched mine, my tongue parted them, letting the clit come through and stick out, so that my lips could latch on and my tongue would lick, as I suckled upon it.
She rode hard and soft, moving my head from side to side, all the get that perfect feel. She got so wet, with moments and bursts and screams. It seemed like ages past, at least an hour. I was in a trance. Time was passing me by as I lay there, suckling upon her clit as she fucked my face.
With one big release, and filled my mouth and puffed out my cheeks like a chipmunk, she relaxed as I swallowed. She stood up and sat back on the couch. “Return my pet, and suckle”
She welcomed my head back to breasts, this time the right one. Just as I did, I could smell the rain in the air as the first bit of lightning flowed through her living room window. My tongue extended and slid down her nipple as my lips latched onto her areola. She let out a soft moan as her fingernails drew circles in the in my hair. I slowly suckled as she relaxed, watching the lightning in the distance. Every so often she would shift her body, with my head consistently being cuddled, as her hand also cupped the back of my head, moving me to where it felt the best.
The sound of distant thunder grew a bit louder, as lightning begin flashing into the window. The cool wind of the outflow boundary blew in, it. A sure sign that rain was close.
There the night played itself out. She just relaxed and enjoy my suckles as the rain fell and the storms danced across the sky.Very good. Some mistakes- wrong words and misplaced phrases. Very nice otherwise.
Hope it stays up for a long time.🤞Kevin,
You have whisked us away to a magical world. Thank you for sharing your creative mind. Thoroughly enjoyed it.That’s what she said 😉
That is 🔥🔥🔥
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