A luscious fruit raised to a level For any desperate soul to pick A nice pedestal as a bevel To comfortably taste and lick Those plush and wet inviting Lips devouring sweetest of all fruit And turning angels into devil From sweetest girl to tarty chick

If I had known her name, I would have moaned it. The sloppy, wet noise as she worked her mouth in ways I never knew possible made me grow stiffer. My knees shook. By the dim candlelight of the carved pumpkin, I watched her round ass bounce as she sucked me harder and faster. She was certainly enjoying herself. There was no slowing it down. I spilled out everything into her as that clever tongue coaxed out my last drops. S...

I wait for you, my sinuous curves exposed, a sly smile on my ruby lips. As you open the door, your breath hitches at the sight of me, and I can see your desire growing. You quickly undo your pants and push me up against the wall. Our bodies collide, your hardness slipping inside me, filling me and alleviating the delicious ache. Every thrust brings us closer to the edge, our moans mingling in the air. The air becomes thic...

Slowly unwrapping by the tree, our presents shown to each other. Lips touching, bodies entwining breathing you in like it was my last breath. The contrast of my hands against your gorgeous soft skin as I slip your last defence down your beautiful legs. Kneeling before you, admiring your everything, before my hands reach behind and pull your present slowly to me. Lips touching, legs wrapping around my neck, tasting you lik...

You tower above me, I’m down on my knees, Give me all of you, “I need your touch, please.”   My long dark hair, Twisting around your finger, Pace quickens to satisfy, “Slower, let it linger.”   Lips freely wander, Cock dives in deeper, Pat me reassuring, “You’re a keeper.”   Tongue speeds up, Breathing gets heavy, You call out my name, “My mouth is ready.”   As cum shoots out, You shudder with power, I lap up every drop,...

Strawberry red, the lips she spreads, wrapping around the things she wants and needs. Telling the perfect story in sighs and highs. Of laughter and joy and trembling drips of passion. My Princess smiles.  Tasting lips so beautiful, glistening, scarlet, quivering in prayer. She displays in royal supplication and is licked in anticipation. A full-course dinner of luscious stories told in touches and sensitivity.  Our story...

His lips were full and sensuous. Incredibly erotic. Unbelievable. She had never had the opportunity to kiss lips like that. She could put on an outward mask, but she could not lie to herself. She desperately wanted to. That is why she had made him promise. He could not kiss her. That would cross a line. And he had agreed. He had. He was her massage therapist. Hands were acceptable. Lips were not. But he was playing a tric...

The one thing that always made my eyes closeWas your silky smooth lips on my shoulders.The way they kissed my body, gently, effortlessly,The tickles they incited in me,The way they made my body twist and turn.But the warmth of those lips was no match for the fire in my soul.My eyes would pierce yours as they planted kisses against my silky thighs,Sometimes, I didn’t need their playfulness; I just needed their undivided at...