Totally Inside (Short Fiction)
"Yes yes yes!!" I cried, sitting upright, straddling your hips. You were deeep deeeep inside me, our pubic fur enmeshed, entangled, we were so close. I ground on you, gyrated on you, gently gently.
Heaven.
"How was your week?" you moaned, biting your lip, trying to hold back, trying to think of anything ANYTHING except your big BIG babygirl riding riding riding you.
I was a big wobbly naked jiggly mass of womanhood.
"Don't care," I reply-moaned back, my eyes closed, head tilted back. Delicious exciting little waves of pleasure lapped at my kitty between my legs, the tide rising up and washing through me...threatening soon to be a massive tidal wave of orgasmic bliss.
"Don't care?" you huffed, breathless for a moment as I bore down upon you, all my weight, all my big pleasantly plump weight, all my big charmingly chubby weight. Your big girl. Your big BIG girl.
I reached for your hands. We took each others hands and entwined our fingers, holding hands, while I rode you. "Don't care because the work week is over and now it's the weekend, and only Friday evening, and you're making love to me. I'm making love to you."
You nod your head, your head buried in the plush pillow, while you looked up at the massive plump milk-laden pillows of your babygirl. All that wobbly warm flesh. All that massive wobbly warm flesh all yours, all yours to suckle from, and run your hands over, and press your face between.
"What do you want to do this weekend?" you asked, nearing volcanic eruption.
I ground and ground, and gyrated and gyrated, and wobbled and sloshed heavily. Nipples starting to dream their motherly essence.
"I want to do this," I moaned.
You smiled, holding off from geysering deep inside me for that one more second. "I like that idea."
"Me too," I moaned. and then...
We both erupted. Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure. And love.
Copyright me, Helia Melonowski 2020, https://www.*******.com/heliamelonowski
Heaven.
"How was your week?" you moaned, biting your lip, trying to hold back, trying to think of anything ANYTHING except your big BIG babygirl riding riding riding you.
I was a big wobbly naked jiggly mass of womanhood.
"Don't care," I reply-moaned back, my eyes closed, head tilted back. Delicious exciting little waves of pleasure lapped at my kitty between my legs, the tide rising up and washing through me...threatening soon to be a massive tidal wave of orgasmic bliss.
"Don't care?" you huffed, breathless for a moment as I bore down upon you, all my weight, all my big pleasantly plump weight, all my big charmingly chubby weight. Your big girl. Your big BIG girl.
I reached for your hands. We took each others hands and entwined our fingers, holding hands, while I rode you. "Don't care because the work week is over and now it's the weekend, and only Friday evening, and you're making love to me. I'm making love to you."
You nod your head, your head buried in the plush pillow, while you looked up at the massive plump milk-laden pillows of your babygirl. All that wobbly warm flesh. All that massive wobbly warm flesh all yours, all yours to suckle from, and run your hands over, and press your face between.
"What do you want to do this weekend?" you asked, nearing volcanic eruption.
I ground and ground, and gyrated and gyrated, and wobbled and sloshed heavily. Nipples starting to dream their motherly essence.
"I want to do this," I moaned.
You smiled, holding off from geysering deep inside me for that one more second. "I like that idea."
"Me too," I moaned. and then...
We both erupted. Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure. And love.
Copyright me, Helia Melonowski 2020, https://www.*******.com/heliamelonowski
6年前
