Tongue-Tied: A Tale of Oral Pleasure

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Glaucio Scorpion, Andressa Urach

The golden afternoon light spilled through the window, catching the dust motes dancing around them like tiny, suspended stars. He watched the way her eyes, deep pools of molten chocolate, fluttered closed as his thumb traced the delicate line of her jaw, a silent question hanging in the warm, still air between them. Her breath hitched, a soft, surrendering sigh that was sweeter than any spoken word, as she leaned into his touch, her body curving towards his like a flower seeking the sun. He could feel the frantic, hummingbird rhythm of her pulse beneath his fingertips, a wild drumbeat echoing the one thrumming in his own chest. When he finally, slowly, closed the small distance, the world narrowed to the soft gasp she released against his lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated feeling. The taste of her was an intoxicating blend of summer rain and something uniquely, essentially her, a flavor he knew he would crave forever. A single, perfect tear escaped the corner of her eye, tracing a glistening path down her cheek, a testament to the overwhelming wave of emotion crashing over her. He gently captured it with his lips, a tender kiss that held the salt of her joy and the profound depth of his devotion. A soft, breathless moan vibrated from her throat into his, a wordless song of pleasure that spoke volumes in the quiet room. In that suspended, shimmering moment, as a profound warmth spread through her, they were not two people but one soul, utterly consumed by a feeling too vast for language.