Joystick
of
Nora Wilson
genre
straight
I always take the time to admire its aerodynamic design. The long body that ends in that round pearly shape. The light is shining on it in a way that allows me to admire it in all its splendor.
I love caressing its sides, unpacking it out of the folds where it is usually hiding. It is the only self-lubricating joystick that I know of. And depending on the position of the moon there are days where this lubrication becomes more abundant. To my joy, today it is one of these days.
The joystick of my Bunny is not the kind you find in the arcades. It is a much smaller and more delicate part, yet its power to create earthquakes is something that is proven over and over again. While I sometimes touch it with my fingers, it is with the tip of my tongue that I prefer to explore its intricate corners.
Today I started as usual by licking the inside of her thighs, enjoying the salty taste of her essence. But very quickly the power of her clit attracts me like a magnet and the tip of my tongue goes over the ridges of the lips of her vulva.
Did you know that sex is the only activity where we use all of our senses fully at the same time? It is not just the view of her fabulous breasts in the background and her Venus mound in the foreground. It is the beautiful sound of her moaning and the rhythm of her breathing as she is getting closer to her release point. But it is also the way her soft skin feels in my hands, the delicious scent of her vaginal source of pleasure and the way she tastes lick after lick after lick.
I love to feel how her joystick grows as I give it my attention, and how her nipples try to compete in the way they get hard when her horniness is reaching a new level. I know how to tease her pearl, and how to dip the tip of my tongue in her reservoir of natural lubricant to bring it back up to her clit and continue the slow and soft tease of her energies.
I enjoy evolving the sides of her joystick with my lower lip, as if I was holding the canvas that I use to paint the masterpiece that she is. But honestly I know I am just the musician that is playing her fiddle, and that the notes are hers.
It is like a classic sonata with its crescendos, moving towards the magisterial end. An earthquake where her walls shake and implode, and as they do so they take away my sanity and turn me into a hungry Bear, racing for the Bunny to satiate my lust for pleasure.
As she starts to shake, she holds my mane in her hands and shoves more than pushes me into her joystick. My mouth is watering and it is all so delicious. But before her final shake I place my tongue covering all of its length, as if giving it comfort from the frenetic rubbing that I was giving it just a few instants ago.
Her roaring tells it all, her shaky thighs hit my ears, she starts to laugh and I hear her console giving me bonus points after bonus points. Her mouth opens and says:
“New high score, Teddy!”
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Also read sex ideas, tricks and moves on my blog here: exoticsex.home.blog
I love caressing its sides, unpacking it out of the folds where it is usually hiding. It is the only self-lubricating joystick that I know of. And depending on the position of the moon there are days where this lubrication becomes more abundant. To my joy, today it is one of these days.
The joystick of my Bunny is not the kind you find in the arcades. It is a much smaller and more delicate part, yet its power to create earthquakes is something that is proven over and over again. While I sometimes touch it with my fingers, it is with the tip of my tongue that I prefer to explore its intricate corners.
Today I started as usual by licking the inside of her thighs, enjoying the salty taste of her essence. But very quickly the power of her clit attracts me like a magnet and the tip of my tongue goes over the ridges of the lips of her vulva.
Did you know that sex is the only activity where we use all of our senses fully at the same time? It is not just the view of her fabulous breasts in the background and her Venus mound in the foreground. It is the beautiful sound of her moaning and the rhythm of her breathing as she is getting closer to her release point. But it is also the way her soft skin feels in my hands, the delicious scent of her vaginal source of pleasure and the way she tastes lick after lick after lick.
I love to feel how her joystick grows as I give it my attention, and how her nipples try to compete in the way they get hard when her horniness is reaching a new level. I know how to tease her pearl, and how to dip the tip of my tongue in her reservoir of natural lubricant to bring it back up to her clit and continue the slow and soft tease of her energies.
I enjoy evolving the sides of her joystick with my lower lip, as if I was holding the canvas that I use to paint the masterpiece that she is. But honestly I know I am just the musician that is playing her fiddle, and that the notes are hers.
It is like a classic sonata with its crescendos, moving towards the magisterial end. An earthquake where her walls shake and implode, and as they do so they take away my sanity and turn me into a hungry Bear, racing for the Bunny to satiate my lust for pleasure.
As she starts to shake, she holds my mane in her hands and shoves more than pushes me into her joystick. My mouth is watering and it is all so delicious. But before her final shake I place my tongue covering all of its length, as if giving it comfort from the frenetic rubbing that I was giving it just a few instants ago.
Her roaring tells it all, her shaky thighs hit my ears, she starts to laugh and I hear her console giving me bonus points after bonus points. Her mouth opens and says:
“New high score, Teddy!”
*******************************
Also read sex ideas, tricks and moves on my blog here: exoticsex.home.blog
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