Pearls Of Pleasure…

A female hard-on

Wistful writer
The Scarlett Letter
2 min readMay 19, 2022

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Dripping…glistening string of beads…the wetness couldn't contain itself anymore.

After sucking and savoring his cock for a long time, I got on top of him, spreading my legs wide so he could see as I slowly squatted…hovering on top. We were both looking, couldn’t control it.

We love looking at us fucking, nasty, dirty…delicious!

The string of pearls dangled from my pussy, barely touching the head of his engorged cock. We looked at each other, our eyes smiling.

His hand was on his cock as I lowered myself halfway onto his hardness. His moan was loud, but I lifted myself off him. We were still looking…at his manhood and my dripping yoni, dancing this beautiful dance.

More pearls, multiple tiny strings connecting the head of his cock to my pussy as I lifted higher and lowered again.

Both moaning…I kept lowering halfway and lifting again until it got intolerable. We couldn't anymore, my pussy was throbbing for his cock, and finally, I lowered myself completely, swallowing all of his girth and length with my hungry pussy.

Moaning and gasping, we connected. I rode him over the edge of all pleasure multiple times, and he fucked me hard from under until I showered him with every last drop of love I had.

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Wistful writer
The Scarlett Letter

Romantic, reader, emotional fool, artist, life has taught me to let go, what I am isn’t what I chose to be, it's what life made me. wistfulwriter@writeme.com