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Cassie (recording) 0:00

You’ve been waiting so long. I’m here to answer your call. I know that I shouldn’t have had you waiting at all. I been so busy, but I’ve been thinking ‘bout what I want to do with you. I know them other guys, they been talking ‘bout the way I do what I do. They heard I was good. They wanna see if it’s true. They know you’re the one I want to give it to. I can see you want me too and now it’s me and you. 

Tiffany 0:47

Hello, this is the Heathen Hippie speaking. Thank you for joining me for some relaxation and release. The song opener this week is Me & U by Cassie. You’ve been waiting so long little heathenhive. I’m here to answer your call and to write many stories incoming this season. Be on the lookout! The suspense makes me ache.

Thank you Chef for inspiring this episode of the Heathen Hippie Channel. Our story is called More Please.

Even when we’re far away. Please show me the precum I’ve made. Spread my sticky legs. Or relish in snippets of them rubbing together thinking of you. Watch me glisten on my fingers, imagine your fingers. Can you feel my tongue when I clean them off for you. Oh you love that?

Just wait sweet boy.

Until you’ve hiked across a gorgeous trail and seared the sun on your thighs that I’ll cool with my mouth. Sloppy kisses intentionally gazing up at you, whispering my breath as I glide over your skin. Tasting, tracing, drawing a map of adventures. We’re at the lake, under the moonlight on our bodies. The breezes prickle us, but I dive right in. Your hand is on the erection underneath your clothes as I exit the water. You watch the vines of moisture falling down my figure, each connecting the buds of sensitive flowers. My thighs have a space where your hand belongs. Your heat makes me steam. You prefer more seclusion, so with a kiss we teleport back to our cabin. 

The lights are off. Can you even tell with the starlight coating us through the blinds? We meet at the window and your hands wander. My body juxtaposes between prickling and melting into you. Nipples tweaked so sensitive they could cut the glass my hands press onto. When I turn you bite. You whisper my name into my ear as your hand slides from my belly, to squeeze my hips, to slip your finger into my legs like an envelope. 

I’m leaning now. My cheek fogs into the window, the stars in my eyes. Slowly, lightly, prodding at honeyed flesh, making me swollen, drip though I’m dry from the lake. Film spreads across my thighs with wet anticipation of more. I can feel you, hard pressing into a soft peach before you. A finger squishes in, feeling for a ribbed spot among soft fruit. Petting it when you find it. Pressing it. I’m starting to shake, to whimper for you. Your cupped hand is one of my three points of contact. You continue as I feel you stroking yourself up and down on me. 

My mouth is full of your nectared fingers. Lips suckling at the sweet pleasure you’re giving me. “Are you ready?” You ask me. “Please.” You’re pressing, rubbing on my most sensitive spots. I’m all swollen and so easy to find, easy to slide into and…

You’re sitting inside of me. I flex for your reaction. Go slow. Feel that spot again, you’re, oh my god. Yes that’s it.

“What?” You ask, stopping.

“Right there. Please.” Your hand stations itself on my thigh. Your lips find their spot on my neck. Oh, I’m wiggling into you. Wiggling away as your hand traps me close. I’m not going anywhere except deep off the edge. You’re stroking consistently. 

My eyes water. Now faster and no, you don’t stop this time. I, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. 

I’ve arched before you, jiggly and inviting as many orgasms as you’ll work for. Oh, I want them all. Please don’t stop.

“Cum for me,” you instruct.

And when I can’t see the milky way anymore, thrown into your hips, my body flexes inside to out on you, and a luscious cream is readily available for your taste, so you do. Now I want our cum smeared on my lips, my chest, my body, rubbed into my swollen clit. More please.

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