Perfect Harmony
I love performing on a stage or in a bedroom, my lover watching me exploring my body watching me writhe in pleasure as my fingers explore disappearing inside my wet pussy. My juices flowing, her eyes transfixed, waves of pleasure crashing over me, moans, face distorted in pleasure. I’m twenty-four with short blond hair, tattoo and pierced my passion is music, performing, called to the spotlight again.
My hands founding my breast, pinching my delicate nipples caressing, squeezing them. pleasure and pain. Bringing one breast to my mouth, teasing, flicking my tongue over my hard nipple. Taking my time, putting on a good show, as I let my hand slide down, slowly, softly, over my stomach through my landing strip to my wet pussy. Watching her, watch me, her eyes transfixed.
Rubbing softly, caressing, making love to myself, letting my fingers play with my lips. Inserting one, two fingers, three, inside me thrusting into my wet cunt. My other hand following the same path to find my swollen clit, rubbing it, the whole time starring in her blue eyes. My juices making a slurping sound as my Küçükyalı travesti fingers thrust in then out. I am skilled at the art of fucking myself through years of practice.
Tingling all over, legs spread, knees bent, what a great view of my sex she has. My juices trickling down my ass crack sent shivers up my spine. I could do this for hours bringing myself to the brink, pulling back, teasing her. I loved bringing my fingers to my mouth tasting myself the shock in her eyes. Moaning, rising off the bed to meet my fingers, plunging deep inside me. My body dancing with pleasure, a magnificent feeling, my scent filling the room. Slowly dropping my wet fingers down the crack of my ass, to my brown flower, rubbing my juices on my tight asshole. Probing the entrance, gently, poking one finger inside my ass. thrusting in deeper. Then out, then in, adding another finger, a third, driving hard, pounding my ass. Rubbing my clit, the first waves of sheer pleasure encompass me.
The sounds coming out of my mouth sometimes surprise me, something primal taking over, Küçükyalı travestileri losing all rational control, I submit to her force, serving only to desire, pleasure. Bringing my fingers up to taste my ass, “you dirty slut”, she gasps. Licking them eagerly, I’m yours, take me, make me cum for you, watch me perform.
Ready to perform at your pleasure only wanting to please you. My fingers clean I glide my hand down over my body lingering on my breast. pinching my nipple, fingers wet from my mouth. Lower over my flat stomach stopping briefly. Sliding down, past my other hand still rubbing my swollen clit, touching my wet lips, ecstatic. Plunging my fingers in hard, deep ready to cum for you. “May I finish?” I need it please, a budding orgasm encompassing me.
“Please” watch me as a shattering orgasm, shakes my body, my cute little toes curl, screams, moans, escaping my lips in delight. So close don’t make me wait any longer. So wet, you’ve driven me to the brink, watching me, all my control is gone. I’m yours, please, please, please, whimpering for travesti Küçükyalı permission. let me have my orgasm, I want to cum for you. I’m your dirty little slut, performing, ready to explode.
Seeing you, touching yourself, writhing in pleasure, watching me perform as you perform for me. Lust, desire, eyes filled with voyeuristic pleasure, our screams forming a perfect harmony. Orgasms leaving us exhausted, spent, snuggling close together, so warm, arms and legs intertwined. I could lay here all day, lost in the moment, but the crowd rises to their feet, chanting one more, one more, shall we give them an encore.
Swinging around, to find your beautiful warm wet pussy, straddling your face, lowering, feeling your tongue, sixty-nine. Your scent is intoxicating, tasting your cunt, pussy juices covering my face, grinding into your mouth. Feeling you grab my ass cheeks, this couch is our love stage, so good together, making music or making love.
Crowd going wild as we play out the encore, dragging it out, hitting the finer notes. Sex sounds filling the living room, I love the artist you are and the artist you helped me become. Orgasms crashing over us, faces dripping, cries of delight, crowd roaring, bodies shaking, toes curling, pure pleasure, another great show. Exiting the stage covered in sweat, into the back room, hugging, kissing, whispering “I love performing with you.”