Mouth Fucking by Qwriter

Amara is fearful, scared. The way she always get just before she comes. However, her insides reach toward the glow of the threatening explosion. She can feel the heat of it build in the pit of her belly. The glow, iridescent, begins to spread. It is a field, no a plantation, spreading along her insides. Her whole body softens, loosening its grip; lets go in surrender to the soft furry thing flapping at the base of her spine. For this moment, she is in love. Truly.

She turns her face up to Nzinga and opens her mouth, her eyes have become a sea, no, an ocean. Nzinga tongue fucks Amara's open mouth. Their kissing is breath taking and life giving at the same time. Nzinga wants to swallow Amara whole. They exchange skins, and rock in a harness of pleasure.

Dueling tongues.

Amara allows herself to be mouth fucked. Nzingas fingers find the garden, no, it is a smoky region between plump thighs. The land is lush and very damp. Nzinga gathers her fingers and begins her quest. She is graceful. Amara is slowly coaxed open. She has become a slick minefield. "Don't be afraid, she whispers, it's just me, exploding in your hand."

Amara is no longer a take care of business sister. She has become sweet femme. Nzinga, right in this very moment, is in love. Permanently.

Nzinga starts to get scared of the cum.

Scared of the cum, she arches toward it with all her might. Her insides unfasten. Unfastened, she can feel the cum build at the base of her spine. The base of her spine feels like a field, no a plantation. The plantation spreading inside her causes her whole body to soften, become liquid as she lets go, surrenders to the wings flapping at the base of her spine. Wings slowly flapping, flapping. Amara is in love. She is in love. Truly. For now. In love for this moment, she turns her face up to Nzinga and opens her mouth. Her mouth open, her eyes have become liquid sky. Her eyes, gathering oceans, call to Nzinga, who fucks her wide-open mouth.

Nzinga tongue fucks the moon in the lining of her mouth. Amara allows her mouth to be mouth fucked. Mouth fucking mouth. Nzinga searches the garden no, the smoky land between Amara thighs. The hazy land, the forest between soft flesh is lush and very damp. Lush and damp. Nzinga wanders the garden. Nzinga gathers her fingers, she is searching, always searching, searching, searching. Amara, slowly coaxed open, becomes a graceful minefield. No, she is no longer a take care of business sistah. She has become Sweet Baby.

Nzinga, in this moment, right in the very moment, is in love. Permanently . . .

Her mind blown . . .

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