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KIMI

"Who is she?" Kimi pondered, her thoughts swirling like autumn leaves caught in a brisk wind as she recalled the mysterious girl with the serpent tattoo coiling elegantly around her neck. The tattoo seemed almost alive, its scales shimmering under the fluorescent lights of the café where they had crossed paths. There was an air of intrigue about her—confidence that radiated in her demeanor, yet a hint of vulnerability hidden behind her piercing gaze. Kimi couldn’t shake the feeling that the tattoo symbolized something deeper, perhaps a connection to the girl’s own story, one that was yet to be revealed. The serpent, often a symbol of transformation and rebirth, left Kimi captivated. What experiences had shaped the girl, weaving tales of heartache and triumph into her identity? With every glance, it felt as if the tattoo whispered secrets, inviting Kimi to unravel a mystery that was more profound than mere ink on skin. The memory lingered in Kimi’s mind, igniting a curiosity that was hard to quell. Perhaps she would see the girl again, an opportunity to dive into a conversation that could lead to discovering not just who she was, but also the hidden layers of her life and the story that the serpent tattoo had to tell.

DaoistORL8PS · LGBT+
分數不夠
37 Chs

Passion

Kimi's POV

SMUT WARNING

She trailed kisses down my neck, her lips soft and warm against my skin, igniting a fire within me. With each gentle nibble and playful kiss, she took her time, savoring the moment and amplifying the anticipation. As she slipped the delicate lingerie away, it felt as if time had suspended, leaving just the two of us in a world where nothing else mattered. Her kisses danced over my breast and chest, each caress a sweet promise of pleasure. I gasped softly as she took one in her hand, her mouth enveloping me with a tender yet teasing touch, expertly drawing sensations that sent waves of ecstasy coursing through me. She switched effortlessly, lavishing the same attention on the other, her hands and lips working in perfect harmony, leaving me breathless and completely lost in the moment with her.

She kissed me and stopped when she reached my waist. Her lips lingered there for a moment, a soft warmth against my skin, before she looked me in the eyes, searching for something—perhaps reassurance, perhaps permission. I nodded, feeling a thrill of anticipation course through me. But as her gaze flickered back to mine, a hint of hesitation appeared in her eyes. I nodded again, more firmly this time, silently urging her to continue. A smile played at the corners of her mouth, and with renewed determination, she returned to my body, kissing me with an urgency that took my breath away.

The sensation of her kisses trailing down my thighs sent shivers through me, each gentle nibble igniting sparks of pleasure. She worked her way down, leaving small marks in her wake—hickeys blooming like flowers on my skin. I could feel my heart racing, my breath quickening as her lips explored with a knowing tenderness. When she opened my legs, a rush of vulnerability and exhilaration surged within me. The moment felt electric. And then she kissed my entrance, her touch deliberate and teasing, igniting a soft groan that escaped my lips, a sound of both surrender and longing. Every movement was imbued with an intimacy that left me yearning for more, spiraling deeper into a world of sensation and connection.

She inserted her tongue at my entrance, sending a thrill through my body that made my back arch instinctively. A soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips, a sound of pure pleasure that seemed to echo in the quiet space around us. I could feel her warm breath against my skin as her tongue began to explore, teasing and tantalizing, dancing around sensitive areas that made me shiver.

With every gentle flick, my senses heightened; electric sensations coursed through me, sending ripples of delight that ignited a fire deep within. She took her time, savoring the moment, her movements both gentle and insistent, each stroke drawing me deeper into a world of bliss. Soft moans continued to slip from my lips, a symphony of longing and desire that filled the air, as I lost myself in the waves of sensation she was creating.

The warmth of her touch, the way her tongue delved deeper and deeper, left me breathless with anticipation. My body responded eagerly to her every move, arching and swaying as if it were a marionette dancing to the tune of pleasure. It was a perfect storm of need and satisfaction, one that built within me like a rising tide, pulling me closer to the edge of something beautiful and exhilarating.

She removed her tongue from my entrance and inserted her finger. My back arched instinctively

''This will hurt at first but when you get used to it tell me'' she said in a husky tone.

I simply nodded . She moved her finger in and out as higher pitched moans escaped my lips. I kept on moaning and she added another one. I felt a sharp pain in my back and tears streamed down my face.

''Are you ok? Did I hurt you?'' she said with worry laced in her tone.

My voice seemed stuck in my throat as I tried speaking but no words came out.

''Should I stop?'' she asked.

''No, no no, please don't.'' I said pleading.

''Ok but tell me when it hurts.'' she said to me as she started to move her fingers in and out of my entrance.

My back arched back and I slowly got used to her thrusts in me. I started moaning loudly. My body started moving in rhythm with her thrusts and I was grinding on her fingers. She moved her fingers faster and deeper in to me. 

'' I'm going to cum'' I said moaning.

''Cum for me baby girl''

I came on her fingers, and with a gentle smile, she removed them with a soft, delicate grace. She then lay down next to me, the warmth of her body radiating comfort as I settled into the moment. I instinctively laid my head on her chest, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath my ear. Her hands soon found their way around my waist, pulling me closer, making me feel cherished and safe in her embrace.

"I love you," I murmured sleepily, my voice barely above a whisper, as I allowed my eyes to flutter closed, succumbing to the tranquil atmosphere enveloping us.

"I love you too," she replied softly, the sincerity in her voice reinforcing the bond we shared. With a gentle kiss pressed against my forehead, I felt a wave of warmth wash over me, a sweet gesture that lingered like the fading light of day.

As we lay there, wrapped in each other's warmth, I felt her pull a soft blanket over us, ensuring we were snug and cozy. The weight of the blanket, combined with the soothing rhythm of her breathing, drew me deeper into a sense of peace. Before I knew it, I succumbed to the pull of sleep, drifting off into a blissful slumber, feeling utterly content in the moments we shared.