delectabledeviants: Birthday girl moves around...

4th April 2011

Birthday girl moves around the party, talking to everyone, throwing me glances.

Most of them sneaked, increasingly blushing, I saw a bitten lip in there. Interesting.

The party in full swing, birthday girl introduces herself. I’m lead to her bedroom. Pretty dress ghosts to the floor.

She steps out of her knickers, sits down in her desk chair, spreads her thighs wide. Speaks not a word.

I glance down to see the shimmer of her secrets, back up to her eyeline, blushing and bitten lips, a crackle in her stare.

Her glance moved down to my jeans, where I am rising. I squeeze over the denim. See her cunt glisten and twitch.

I’m lost in the momentum of kisses to her lips, two fingers straight in, of them fucking her fast. Wondering if she’s a squirter. Wondering how loud she is. Making her cum isn’t in doubt. But how do I want to?

Perplexed within the muse of how her clit would twitch if i shimmered my kisses against her sex. The tops of those stockinged thighs. The pert of those gaping lips. Of how she’d shudder if my tongue licked the tear that had fallen, from her deepest desire to her most secret of holes. Maybe I’ll taste it there and see how she reacts. And then plunge in my fingers to finish her off. One in her bottom, two in her cunt. How would she scream? there’s a party downstairs.

Or maybe, sweet transfixed minx, i’ll give you my cock. Watch youlick your lips as I undo my belt, my zip. Perhaps push my throb in your mouth, see how you suck as I finger your pussy. If i’ll get carried away and take out my lust on your throat. With my hard cock. With my choke. Would you cum for me? How would you sound as I throttled your scream?

Perhaps, pretty Miss birthday, I’ll push deep in your cunt. All in one thrust, steal the air from your lungs. Leave you unable to right your rightful breathing within the length and girth of the fuck you’ve been given.

And .. where to cum?

Where to cum?

In your cunt and have my sin running down your thighs for the rest of the party. Hidden by your long dress. Knowing you are butter for me.

Pull your breasts from your bra and have you pinch painfully at your nipples, as I glaze you, within waves, of heat and of screams.

Or should I ruin your party and cum all over your face? How would you react as my spunk ruined all of your make up, your hair, your poise, destroyed your reputation.

Perhaps if I offered to lick it off afterwards. Kiss my sex into your mouth. Or tongue it deep into your cunt.

Happy birthday, naughty kitten.

Happy birthday.