erotic

She’s so tiny. So cute. Little peeks of skin where her shirt rides up. I’ll bet it’s soft, smooth.
I could pick her up, hold her up with no effort. I would be gentle, so very gentle. O how I would stroke that small space between breasts, run my hand from her knee, up her thigh, around her hip to rest on the small of her back. I would rest my forehead in the small valley made by the soft mounds of her breasts. My fingers would trace up her spine, barely touching. I would move closer, pull her in, her lean figure pressed against my great bloated gut.
The feel of it, the warmth…
I would move my face, trace a line up her body, kiss her lightly, trace the insides of her lips with my tongue. I would trace back down her body with the bottom of the tip of my tongue, down to her breasts. I would kiss her nipples, suck them into my mouth, roll them against my lips with my tongue. She would sit, on the edge of the seat, me kneeling in front of her. I would slip my hands under her knees, slide them up my arms until they came to rest on my shoulders. I would bury my nose in her pubic hair and extend my tongue, curl it between those tender lips. I would spin my tongue, move it down, drill into the soft tunnel, explore as far as I could, lap up the sweet juice, attack the clitoris, purse my lips and suck it into my mouth. I would bathe that sensitive little nubbin with the tip, sides, top and bottom of my blasphemous tongue. As she came, I would pummel the clit, flicking as on flicks a lightswitch. As she sat, panting, I would once more plunge my tongue into her velvet tunnel, cup my tongue and pull the nectar of her orgasm into my mouth, swallow it all in a gulp. I would and poke once at the cute little asterisks of her asshole, bring my head up and kiss her wet lips.
I would lower her legs, letting her feet rest on the floor. I would kiss her sweet little bellybutton, then pull her head down and kiss her forehead.