In a tangle of limbs there is softness — Dangerous Lilly
Imagine a soft tangle of limbs, pillows of flesh, salty and sweet, firm and soft.
This is my greatest desire.
To have two feminine mouths devouring my naked body, floating from cunt and clit to nipples and lips and all in between. To have two writhing moaning wet pussies in the palm of my literal hands.
A daisy chain, if you will, all mouths clamped to all cunts, drowning in the desire. To then swap kisses back and forth, all around, until we each have the taste of three pussies on our tongues.
For now I will not seek a hard cock. For now, I ache to slowly grind my cunt to hers, a slippery slick beautiful mess. A crescendo of movement all softness and hard desire.
Our hands and mouths won’t know where to go as we simultaneously ache for the one we’re touching and the one we want to be touching next.
But I know myself, I know my desire. As feminine as I am, I have the lust quotient of a man. I want to wear a harness and fuck them both. I want to employ toys to compliment my tongue and fingers, I want the power of bringing my two girls to a moaning sticky orgasm as they lay spread out before me…..moaning into each others mouths as I pull the strings. I want to stand them both up at the edge of the bed, hip to hip, bent over presenting two sweet cunts to me. Drive my harnessed cock into them, spank their round asses and drag a finger along their slits.
I want hours upon hours of lusty frenzied female fucking. While I grind my cunt to hers, press my nipples to hers, kiss her lips, while I finger her clit, while I pull and pinch her nipples, while she kisses her breast and she kisses my lips, while we three become one. Yes there is softness but underneath it all is hard fervent lust and we just cannot drink it up fast enough, we cannot consume enough to sate our desires.
This finger (mine) on my clit right now should be hers. This clit (mine) under my finger right now should be -hers-. This nipple (mine) that I am pinching right now should be hers. This finger (mine) that is tracing my lips, that I am sucking on, should be -her- tongue. This soft skin (mine) that I touch should be hers. This exquisite orgasm (mine, oh fuck, yessss) I am teetering on the brink of this very moment should be from her.
If you’ll excuse me, I need to stop here, and come. Now.