Hungry
The Lady Andariel
©️ 10202024
She gently touches my hair as the light from early morning sun peeks through the curtains. I feel her warm breath on my neck and I’m certain what she wants.
She woke up hungry for sex.
She trails kisses down my body, soft like butterflies making me squirm awake. I feel her body on top of mine. She straddles me with one knee spreading my legs. She is my vixen in this moment, my dirty little whore. She spreads my pussy lips open and plays with my petals while gently grazing my belly with her other hand. She’s on top of me, on her knees. I am her playground.
I let out a small moan, as I feel her enter me. So slowly she teases, as she kisses my thighs making me gasp in delight. My temperature is heated and I beg for more, so much more is needed. She giggles because she knows what she’s doing to me. “Please.” I can barely mumble softly.
Her tongue glides against my wet lips and she lays it flat against my clit sucking in that way she does. I’m not ready to cum. She moans into me and i feel the small, deep hum as she moves her thumb and fingers stretching me open.
She knows what I need. I’m dripping with anticipation as she fucks me with both her tongue and her hand. I arch my back and open to her love making, my bodies shivers, tensing. She pries until she hits the spot that makes me lose control and I cum in gushes. I scream her name, and she wins this round of our little game.
She smiles up at me, like the cat that ate the canary.
‘Ready?” she says, “for round two?”
The Lady Andariel 