Moon Dark, Star Bright
Cherry
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Warning: Minor in
sexual situation
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“I require your clever
fingers.”
She follows him willingly, leaving Jaken
and Ahun napping in the afternoon sunshine.
“Undress.style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'> I will join you shortly.”
She stares with open curiosity at his naked form when he
emerges from the forest. He eases himself into the water beside her, presenting
her with his hair so she can work out the snarls. With her help he washes the
heavy silken length, stepping into the cascade of the waterfall to rinse. His
smile is wickedly promiscuous, his eyes heavy lidded with illicit thoughts as
she stand before him, her tongue out and mouth wide to drink the runoff
trickling from his flaccid penis.
He reaches through the water to where he has hidden a crock
in a niche, breaking the wax seal. Temptingly he rolls the cherry across the
pliant softness of her lips, coating them in red stained honey and sake. Before
she can draw breath in surprise he pops the fruit into her mouth, watching her
face light up as she bites into the sweet tartness.
The next he places between his teeth, taunting her with the
crimson berry until she begs him to share. Small lips suck the cherry from his
mouth as he obligingly bends close. Two more disappear in the process of
teaching her to offer him one in return.
She squeals in delight as he tosses her up, lays her down
before him, and unsuccessfully tries to balance the round fruit on her little
nipples, licking away the sticky red trails when they roll off. His hiding of
cherries in her belly button leaves her breathless with giggles; the swirl and probe
of his tongue tickling her soft, fine skin. False coincidence has him chasing
one errant berry across her abdomen and between her legs. He spreads them wide,
rolling the round slickness into the nude cleft of her sex. One dexterous twist
inserts the cherry into her tight, tiny opening and deep suckling has her
panting in short, excited exhales as he extracts it.
“Again?” he purrs.
“Again!” she demands, squirming in his grip as he complies.
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