Age of Aquarius [F/F] – Short Sex Story

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I lapped the cream from her cunt as her expression contorted, her body shivering with convulsion before me. I shouldn’t be fucking this girl, she’s really too young for me. At thirty five I was fifteen years her senior, but she kept persisting, and I gave in. I stared at the rippled aqua symbol inked into her lower back while running the thick red muscle of my mouth up her backside. An, an Aquarius.

We’re just animals, I wondered, as we were splayed out, her reddened cheek on the floor, tanned slender shoulders pressed as low as feasible, her smooth petite ass in my face. Me behind her with my tongue buried in her bare dripping pussy, nose grazing against the tight little entrance above it, my body poised on hands and knees while the sliver between my thighs secreted its own juices that hung in a long strand amid the center space of my legs.

*“Yes! Yes, eat it!—Eat it, pleease. Fuck!”* Her words were slurred as they oozed out of her mouth along with globs of saliva, forming a darkened spot on the rug her face was crushed into. My tongue slithered back and forth like a serpent, flicking at the twitching nub that stood erect from beneath a hood of skin. She slid her thumb to her lips, hooking it over the bottom one that pooched out, sucking on it as if she’d been reduced to the mental disposition of a dizzy adolescent under the intoxicating services my mouth offered. Her moaning amplified as I worked her faster, increasing the pace of the laps to her swollen folds while she squirmed against me.

It’s the dirty factors of sex that are so satisfying, so disgustingly appealing in the moment. The things that make your cock grow stiff and your pussy seep. Especially the sounds. All that filled the silence was her whimpering, and the feverish smacking of my oral efforts to her sloppy, creamy holes. We’re just animals, I said again in my head. I felt like an animal—like a rabid animal, sensitive and aggressive, gnawing at her pink flesh while she cried out and I hungrily slurped up every drop of fluid that drained from her in thick deposits as if it were the only cure for my disease.

And we looked like animals. Her on the ground, ass presented like a dog in heat, and me licking at her fervently, head shaking rapidly between the crease of her ass and cunt like a second dog fighting for a toy.

Now I took my hand and walked it up the back of her right leg until I’d reached the leaking entrance. With two fingers squeezed together I pushed them forward into the damp layers of flushed flesh until hitting my knuckle where they could no longer advance, feeling the pressure as she clamped her muscles down around them. The girl on my floor could no longer formulate words, she simply mewled tiny melodies of pleasure as I directed her body with my fingers. The ultimate puppet master, manipulating her marionette into ecstasy.

My fingers pumped like a piston, a steady machine made for indecency while my tongue circled her anus, teasing it with the tip that occasionally entered her there. Coos of gratification graduated to sobs of relief as her pussy tightened in orgasmic spasms against my bunched fingers, spilling a milky white dollop that coated the exterior of my hand.

We are just animals, and this is exactly what we’re made to do.

NSFW: yes

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