Sensuous Mourning
Of Castles & Curses & Unfaithful Wives
Erin’s brown pageboy moved like a gentle swell on a calm sea. Highlighted by the sun’s rays that occasionally darted through the clouds above, it looked like a sea of shimmering liquid to his eyes. Though he was less absorbed by the look of her hair than he was by her tongue gliding over the surface of his skin, dancing its way from his chest, through his sandy blond hair to the bush and c**k below. How nicely the organ rose without her ever touching it. That was the way she teased him—skirt around the focal point of his lust to make every nerve ending in his body aroused before she ever touched his erection. At his genitals, she lifted the fluid moving testes in her hand and took one orb into her mouth, fluttering her tongue again
