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Rowena Cherry <InsufficientMating>

	INSUFFICIENT MATING MATERIAL (mildy racy excerpt illustrating a survival technique)	804 giorni fa
	Djetth had began with the juice on her wrist. After an agonizing wait, during which he’d held her down, he’d touched her lip with a juice-stained fingertip. Later, his wet forefinger traced the corner of her mouth. While they waited again, his wicked fingers stroked and teased her lips until under the erotic onslaught she forgot to grit her teeth and he slid two fingers into her mouth. Dusk fell, the shelter was forgotten, and he would not leave her alone. Bound, helpless, and struggling, she could not stop him from slipping his fingers in and out of her mouth. Again and again he penetrated her, depositing his salty sweet juice on her tongue, and under it. “I wonder,” he’d murmured hoarsely, “why the textbooks don’t recommend doing this to your pussy?” Martia-Djulia did not know what tormentors’ text books he meant, or in what way a pussy —whatever that was— would be useful. She hated that her treacherous body trembled under his gentle touch, and that he’d made her wet between the legs. Finally, he’d cupped the point of her chin and forced a mashed, whole berry between her lips. Before she could try to spit it out, he bent his head and sucked her exposed, extended, vulnerable neck. Up and down her sensitive throat, he nibbled, bit and sucked, still holding her immobile for his twisted enjoyment. His free hand stroked her breast until her nipples were hard, and he trailed his mouth down her body, and suckled through the ‘Tea-Shirt’ until she gasped and cried out at the blinding pleasure. She’d swallowed the berry without noticing. “Just wait,” he’d promised, with his mouth still over her damp, sore nipple. “If you don’t drop dead overnight, I’m going to give you seven more, at sun up, one after the other. Without untying her hands, he’d carried her to his half-made bed and lay down with her, under gold foil sheets, under the stars. He must have known that she wouldn’t be able to sleep for wondering what perverted ways he’d stimulate her to swallow for him seven times, one after another.
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