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Dark, nearly naked Two red shoes climb the summit Delight at the peak
I'll Build a Stairway to Paradise, With a New Step Every Day...
A firm, determined hand takes mine. The hand that lifted my dress over my head and dropped it in a heap. Twirls me with the confidence of ownership. Directs me to the first, dimly lit step and urges me upward. I hesitate briefly, only briefly... With one sharp, nearly imperceptible gasp I step up, stirred by the emanation of heat from your skin so close to my neck, my back, your nearness an intoxication.
What could be more delicious than your simmering gaze igniting the small of my back as I begin my swaying ascent, up the geometry of barely illuminated planes? Teetering on the knife edge of desire and thin, red heels.
Feeling your lust racing over my skin, rushing, not lingering but scattering hot sparks over my back, my ass, my thighs, my calves, and the one shoulder not draped in hair. Sparks that make me tremble involuntarily.
The anticipation mounts with every stair, making the small space articulated between the tops of my thighs and the curves of my ass slippery with longing. Your torrid gaze churns the trembling engine of my cunt, which rises to the bait, releasing its liquid welcome. I. Want. You. Now.
With every step now, I feel my bulging lips slipping across each other, a succulent friction that readies me for your much yearned for entry. Whetting my appetite. Wetting my thighs...
The tension of anticipated deliverance is delightfully excruciating as we reach the top stair. Not content to wait the few additional seconds to traverse the hallway to the bedroom, you slide the fingers of one hand through my hair, grasping the roots of the strands and forcing me forward toward the low wall of the landing. Your other hand wraps my soft belly, pulling me close enough for the tip of your cock to play at the entry of my roiling cavern, seeking the source of the spring that has moistened the terrain.
I hold my breath. If you don't enter me now I will collapse under the sweet weight of my longing. Then suddenly. I feel that glorious pressure as you push deeply, deeply into the passionate blossom between my legs. Returning again and again for my nectar.
Just as suddenly, that exquisite sensation ceases and my pelvis reflexively convulses in search of you. Again you clasp my hand, pulling me with urgency down the corridor. I want to run. I want to feel the luscious sensation of your skin and the depth of the entanglement of your embrace.
We arrive at your bed and fall together in a lusty collision that finally satisfies. And satisfies. And satisfies...
And still I want more...
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