True Sex Stories: Luna Mauvais Decroissant

What naughtiness unfolds under the cover of moonlight?

"That orbed maiden, with white fire laden
Whom mortal call the moon
Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor
by the midnight breezes strewn..."
~ Shelly

In the night she stands, moonlit bathed and silhouetted, her caramel colored skin, dusky under the moon's summoning light. Her scent, faint in the breeze, peaks my senses. Languidly, she drops onto all fours, chrome adornments twinkling, glistening.

I tower over her and attach the leash, stroking her hair. Her coffee colored eyes, abysses of desire as she nuzzles against me with primal need.

I raise the belt and bring it down hard, fulfilling her cravings - marking her mine.

Fingers, more claws now, grasp at my hips as I speak her, sotto voce. Warm, dark words - commanding words, send waves of lust coursing through her greedy sex. She humps my leg like an animal with frantic, hurried thrusts, grinding again and again.

She humps, she grinds, she nuzzles my cock through my pants. She begs to suck. I free the cock she so desperately wants to taste and she sucks it loudly in the night. I groan, then growl, my face dark and terrible, as I shoot rope after sticky rope of cum into her gluttonous maw.

She orgasms while humping my leg, the taste of my cum in her mouth, eyes closed, kneeling in the dew of the night, swimming in dark desires.

"From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring."
~ Poe

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