But when her hand descended onto my belly I drew my breath in sharply and I felt my buttocks clench. The softness of her flower bloomed against the pressure of my tongue and I stretched in as far as I could reach. And fourth. A bone in her captured hand snapped. One night, she said, bowing her head. My lips, surrounded by her vulva, were embracing the soft petals within. I planned to surprise my parents and my sister, so I didn't enter the front door but made my way around to the back to attempt to get in through my bedroom window. Her other hand joined the first and curried my hips with her long nails. With my thumbnail I scraped lightly over the undefended rosette while my fingers gathered moisture nearby. A bone in her captured hand snapped. |