Kisses

“Don’t worry,” she says. “Your queen’s going to be gentle with you.”

She gently kisses you on the cheek, then on your neck, then the next thing you know she’s on top of you, and you're on the ground beneath her. She's kissing you all over, not letting clothes get in her way.

Martha Kent certainly knows how to use her mouth, her soft and hard kisses covering every part of your body, licking and nibbling, lingering where it matters, making you writhe in ecstasy, taking you to the edge.

She lifts her head up from your groin. “Hope you don’t mind me smothering you with kisses?” she asks, as you writhe beneath her, and you just shake your head, wanting her to keep doing what she keeps doing. “Good, this is where the fun begins.”

And then her mouth is on yours, her luscious body lying on top of yours, pinning you down. Her hands move to your face, as you rapidly exchanges kisses, and one hand grabs your nostrils, tightly holding them closed.

You look at the glint in her eyes, as her mouth continues to push against yours, sucking any air out of your mouth, as she literally takes your breath away. Her lips press hard into your lips, as she continues to breathe through her nose, while you’re left to suffocate within her grasp.

You try and push her off.