Issue # 39-A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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“Gallo is waiting little witch,” Mikel murmurs a moment later as his bare back sinks deeply into the thick mattress.

She nods her blond head at his statement as she slithers over to him, her passion heavy eyes locked on his erection. Mikel finds their reflection on the ceiling and watches in heated pleasure as she slides her firm young body between his thick legs.

His fingers anchor into the black sheets when her mouth engulfs him ravenously. Rich sweet bliss her tongue creates as she sweeps it over his swollen head time and time again before suckling him in earnest. A petite hand cradles his sac, squeezing firmly then releasing with each tantalizing stroke of her hot mouth.

He brings his hips upward to give her more as his quick-silver eyes linger on the mirror. Feeling and seeing love-making was one small thing Ephra seemed to accept with ease he had found out in their short time as lovers. She would also accept his next decision with more than ease he knows proudly, releasing the crisp linens to tug her upwards.

The scrape of her small teeth along his shaft draws a pleased hiss from him, as does the way she spins her body around while never losing her rhythm upon him.

Mikel smiles at his reflection when the wanton slides a firm thigh over his face. So she wished to be supped upon did she? The guardian suddenly finds he is a VERY hungry man.

His hands move around her trembling legs to find her bottom. Mikel groans as her womanly perfume drifts down over him. He could see how ready she was for him, how the curls of safflower were damp with her dew. Ephra moans around him when his thick arms snug her mound to his face. Shudders race over her body when he begins to move his tongue expertly over her needy flesh.

They pleasure each other with tongues and mouths and fingers, taking turns to gasp and groan and buck and twitch until her summit is crested first. Mikel fights to keep her quivering muff in place as the woman explodes with her orgasm. Each sweep of his tongue to her pink pearl gives him another feminine squeal of splendor, each thrust of his twin fingers rewards him with a raspy womanly cry of delight.

Her breathing is labored yet her golden head once more drops to bring him his much needed release. Now it was his turn to cry out. Deeper in tone yes, but the smoldering snarls of her name bring Ephra the same flush of pride as he jerks wildly beneath her slick body.

When the guardian can open his eyes he smirks at the mirrors reflection. She lays limp and covered with a fine sheen of perspiration atop him, her smooth cheek resting on his softening staff. The female sighs contentedly as her lashes drop and she slides into an exhausted slumber.