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perfectly sculpted body
turned her on.
    “Lick the bed, Camille. Roll in it, get wet,
and lick it.”
    She rolled onto her stomach, feeling cool
juice soak her skin as it seeped from the bed. She looked over her
shoulder at him. “Like this?”
    Bruce rubbed the back of his neck a moment,
as if wondering what he’d do with such a creature as young and
edible like her, and he swept his eyes south to her painted thong.
Her skin was glistening and glossy. Like a goddess, she glowed a
creamy orange in the darkness—maybe she was Aphrodite—at least for
the night she felt like her.
    While watching him stroke his cock, she
licked her shoulder, and found the gel tasted as good as it
smelled.
    “Rub it on you,” he said. “I want you
glowing, Camille.”
    She ran her finger over holes that seeped
the brilliant juice, and then with her mouth open so he could see,
she dabbed the gel onto her tongue. The sticky liquid stretched as
she pulled it away, but the orange flavor was so appealing she
decided to suck on her finger. Then she turned over onto her back,
and once again the juice squeezed out. Camille swiped her hands
along the bed and then rubbed her palms on her stomach, slowly
moving towards her tits.
    “No, use a lot. I want you completely
soaked.” His spoken words caressed her body like silk. He didn’t
have to touch her, but command his will, and the dominance in his
wish made her ache. His desire to cover and even drench every inch
of her with juice excited her.
    The sugary sap leaked from the bed, and onto
her hands. She gathered more liquid and spread it on her tits until
they were shining. With her index fingers, she rolled her nipples
with the cool cream and despite getting gel in her hair she arched
back and began to play. She no longer caressed her body for Bruce,
but coated her nipples for her own pleasure. She desperately needed
satisfaction. She pinched her nipples, and moaned each time she let
her fingers slide to the end with a biting pinch. The juice slowly
became stickier as it dried, but she added more and more to suit
her own desire.
    Then she opened her legs and doused the heat
between them with the soothing silk. “Fuck, you are so pink,
Camille,” he said upon discovery that her painted panties were
crotchless.
    She rubbed her clit, soaked in a dollop of
gel then plunged her finger inside her core. Camille lifted off the
mattress filled with edible lubrication and pushed her finger in
deeper. With a moan, she eased back down, and because she found the
wetness of the bed incredibly arousing. She continually moved,
lifting her hips and dropping them down to make the gel soak her
body. As if on fire with the heat from her lust, she glowed like
flames.
    “That’s so hot, Camille.”
    For his enjoyment, she gathered two fingers
full of juice, pressed them inside her opening and then quickly
found more. She collected so much sweet juice inside her that it
began to slowly seep from her pink pussy despite twirling her
finger inside.
    “Stop,” Bruce said in a hurry, and in three
long strides, he was in front of her. Then suddenly he was kneeling
between her legs. He pinned her down, and she lay there bound by
his helpless need to have her. He moved her hand away from her
opening, and took a single lick between her slick folds. “There you
are beautiful,” he said to her pussy.
    They were both restrained by lust, but he
was strong enough to seize and claim her before he had no choice to
possess her. He lowered his mouth to her sex, and if kissing her
succulent cavern with attentive lips, he licked up the gel with a
low groan that vibrated her clit. She could sense his genuine
worship of her feminine sex in the caress of his mouth. She
surrendered to his tongue. She whimpered and squirmed as he made
love with his mouth to his favorite part of her.
    Then Bruce dipped his tongue into her aching
pussy, and circled as he delved in deeper. With firm swipes, he
leisurely licked her entrance. The caress