Junnya

As though sketching on parchment, your fingers trace every inch of me, neck to hips, chin to lips, shoulder to fingertips, a living canvas, a warm portrait quickened by your touch, a piece of art which lovingly carries your heart . I love the build up. When touching turns into grabbing. Soft lips, into passionate tongues. And your heartbeat getting faster, and faster.. Cotton candy panties, mouth covered in my sweetness, tongue licking at his lips. Locking his eyes with mine as he realizes that time is no longer on his side when his face is between my thights.