Doctor Hands…

God, he knew how to fuck a woman.  He was relentless.  His thickness was beautiful and every movement, every bead of sweat, every dirty, filthy word repeated just felt so fucking good.  Yes fucking good.  How ironic.

His fingers  strummed over my clit.  He kept playing that cunt like it was a finely tuned string instrument. Over and over again, he strummed. Over and over again it fucked him back.  Every which way.  A true slut. A true whore begging, begging, begging.

I milked his prostate with my fist and sucked on his balls. Licking and sucking and milking over and over again.  My fist was inside him and my tongue had found its way to the holy grail – that thick dick of his.

His body leapt uncontrollably.  He exploded all over me, my body tingling all over.   The intensity of what we just experienced settling in.

Thank you Dr. Hands.

Yours truly,

your kinky courtesan xx

I'm a writer and a lover not a fighter, except if I really want something.

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