Challenge: erotica in 12 words or less

She hoped the wind would swirl her flimsy dress on her walk.

Fingers slipped inside her wetness, curling to find that perfect spot.

I like looking into your eyes as I relentlessly fingertip your clit.

Teasing her was the appetizer; gagging on her cock, my dessert.

We need to take this to a place away from busy eyes.

Stripped and bound, the detective's interrogation was about to begin.

"I didn't do it," she pleaded. But he didn't believe her.

There was naught between my legs that she did not devour.

She leaned back smiling as she fully exposed her naked, smooth pussy.

She has a magical tongue, capable of making my toes curl.

She told me nothing was off limits, then proceeded to show me..

Sobriety made sex feel much more intense than she would have thought.