Speaker 1: You're listening to a Mother Mia podcast. Mamma Mia acknowledges
Speaker 1: the traditional owners of the land. We have recorded this
Speaker 1: podcast on the Gatigul people of the Eora Nation. We
Speaker 1: pay our respects to their elders past and present, and
Speaker 1: extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torus Rate islander cultures.
Speaker 2: Hi, Welcome to Butter by Mama Mia. Essential audio experience
Speaker 2: you can enjoy anywhere. Things are about to get a
Speaker 2: little spicy, So now is the perfect time to slip
Speaker 2: in your headphones and turn on I mean up the volume.
Speaker 2: This is your time, clear your mind, take a deep breath,
Speaker 2: get nice and comfy, and most importantly, enjoy yourself.
Speaker 3: The night is warm and the scent of jasmine hangs
Speaker 3: heavy in the air. My heart beats faster than it
Speaker 3: should as I sip my wine. The glass is cool
Speaker 3: in my hand, a stark contrast to the heat spreading
Speaker 3: through my body. I'm at her apartment, a cozy art
Speaker 3: field space that feels like an extension of her personality. Vibrant, warm, welcoming.
Speaker 3: She's always intrigued me. Ever since we met at book
Speaker 3: club just a little over a year ago. I've always
Speaker 3: admired her confidence, the way she commands attention without trying,
Speaker 3: her easy laugh that makes everyone in the room turn
Speaker 3: and stare. She's beautiful, of course, her thick hair tumbling
Speaker 3: in waves just past her shoulders, her big eyes framed
Speaker 3: by thick lashes that seem to see right through me.
Speaker 3: But it's more than that. There's an energy about her,
Speaker 3: a magnetic pool I can't shake. She sits opposite me,
Speaker 3: her legs crossed, her dress riding up just enough to
Speaker 3: reveal a sliver of thigh. What would it feel like
Speaker 3: to touch her? I wonder to run my fingers along
Speaker 3: her smooth skin, to trace the lines of her body.
Speaker 3: The thought sends a thrill through me, a low rumble
Speaker 3: of fear and excitement. I swallow hard, suddenly realizing I've
Speaker 3: been staring. As her eyes meet mine. She knows she's
Speaker 3: caught me out. She leans forward, gaze fixed on mine,
Speaker 3: her full lips tease a smile as she stands and
Speaker 3: holds out a hand, tilts her head slightly, a silent invertire.
Speaker 3: I take another sip of my wine, never breaking eye contact.
Speaker 3: I place the glass on the coffee table and slide
Speaker 3: my hand into hers. The tension between us stretches taut,
Speaker 3: a coiled spring, ready to snap. The heat in her
Speaker 3: eyes sins, shock waves spearing through me, and an ache
Speaker 3: begins to build between my legs. God, I want this,
Speaker 3: I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry as she pulls me
Speaker 3: up from my seat to position and leads me to
Speaker 3: the couch. She sits, guiding me to straddle her lap.
Speaker 3: My heart thunders in my chest as I settle on
Speaker 3: top of her, my hands resting on her shoulders. Her
Speaker 3: skin is soft, smooth and warm under my touch. Her
Speaker 3: hands slider my thighs. My breath quickens and catches. Her
Speaker 3: lips brush my neck, soft and teasing, and a shiver
Speaker 3: pulses down my spine. I close my eyes, leaning into
Speaker 3: her touch. The sensation of her mouth and my skin
Speaker 3: is making it impossible to think. Everything I am collects
Speaker 3: in the places her fingertips connect with my skin. The
Speaker 3: knee between us is a living thing. I'm so aware of,
Speaker 3: every nerve ending, every place we touch. She kisses her
Speaker 3: way up my jaw, her hands moving to my waist,
Speaker 3: pulling me in closer. My hands tremble as I slide
Speaker 3: them into her. Silken strands of her hair and with
Speaker 3: her breasts pushed against my own. I feel her nipples
Speaker 3: hardened beneath thin cotton of her dress. I lean down
Speaker 3: and her mouth finds mine. As her lips claim my
Speaker 3: own desire rips through me, settling at my center. Her
Speaker 3: mouth is soft but demanding, her tongue pushing against mine,
Speaker 3: and a wildness takes over. I nip at her bottom lip,
Speaker 3: and she moans She's as surprised at my baldness as
Speaker 3: I am, but it spurs her on, and it has
Speaker 3: become more desperate, more frenzied. Yes, her hips roll each
Speaker 3: of us, trying to find the.
Speaker 4: Friction we desperately need to satisfy the building desire. Her
Speaker 4: hands glide up my back and she pulls my top
Speaker 4: over my head, exposing my breasts to the night air.
Speaker 4: My nipples peak under her gaze, and she leans forward,
Speaker 4: taking one in her mouth.
Speaker 1: Ah.
Speaker 3: He low grown pulses from my lips as she sucks,
Speaker 3: first gently, then harder. The way we're sitting puts me
Speaker 3: in the perfect position to simply enjoy this beautiful woman's
Speaker 3: mouth on me. Ah. Her soft hands roaming over every
Speaker 3: inch of my body, she gently nips and sucks my nipples,
Speaker 3: first one breast, then the other.
Speaker 5: Ah.
Speaker 3: My breath is coming in short gasps. Now my body
Speaker 3: trembling with need. The sensation of her mouth, her hands,
Speaker 3: the breasts of her body against mine. It's overwhelming, and
Speaker 3: I can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
Speaker 1: Ah.
Speaker 3: She pulls back, pushing me down onto the couch, not
Speaker 3: once taking her eyes from mine as her fingertips trace
Speaker 3: the edge of my underwear. The heat in her eyes
Speaker 3: is so intense, and I feel the wetness between my thighs,
Speaker 3: soaked through my underwear. Ah Ah. I lay back and
Speaker 3: she explores my body with her mouth, her fingers. Her
Speaker 3: lips are soft, but there's an urgency to the way
Speaker 3: she moves her hands. Gentle but as sure. She strokes
Speaker 3: me through my underwear, and I learned out a soft,
Speaker 3: slow moan. Ah Ah, my fingers tangling in her hair.
Speaker 3: She can definitely feel my witness now and I don't care.
Speaker 3: I want her to know how much she's turning me on,
Speaker 3: how much I want her.
Speaker 5: Ah, I writhe under her touch as she trails kisses
Speaker 5: down my breast, my stomach, until her mouth is.
Speaker 3: Teasing the outline of my underwear. She nips at the
Speaker 3: band with her teeth and I start to pull them off,
Speaker 3: but she pushes my hands away, taking back control as
Speaker 3: she slides my underwear over my hips, her fingers, leaving
Speaker 3: trails of fire on my skin. Ah ah. She runs
Speaker 3: a finger down the very center of me, and a
Speaker 3: cry escapes from my lips at her touch. Ah. She
Speaker 3: does it again, dragging her fingers slowly, so slowly through
Speaker 3: my wetness. Ah. I whimper, begging for more. She lowers
Speaker 3: her head and then her tongue is on me, licking, tasting.
Speaker 4: Ah.
Speaker 3: Pleasure ripples through my every nerve as she massages my
Speaker 3: clip with her tongue. Her slow strokes get faster with
Speaker 3: every moan from my lips.
Speaker 4: Ah ah.
Speaker 3: Ah, Oh my god, yes, yes, I roll my hips,
Speaker 3: grinding against her soft mouth. My hands plunge into her
Speaker 3: hair as she licks and sucks. Her hand snake around
Speaker 3: my thighs, holding me in place against her mouth. Ah
Speaker 3: ah ah. I can't think, I can't speak, I cannot
Speaker 3: only feel as the delicious pressure feels. The intensity is
Speaker 3: almost too much, but I don't want it to stop.
Speaker 3: Waves of pleasure roll through me with every brush of
Speaker 3: her tongue, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge.
Speaker 3: She senses my body dancing beneath her hands her mouth
Speaker 3: and picks up her face. I hear her moan from
Speaker 3: between my legs, and.
Speaker 6: It's all I need to tip me over the edge,
Speaker 6: my orgasm flooding all my senses.
Speaker 3: She keeps leaking, stroking, still holding my thighs, her mouth
Speaker 3: buried in me. As my back arches off the floor.
Speaker 3: The shock waves radiate from my core, rolling pleasure, igniting
Speaker 3: every nerve in me. Ah ah, She murmurs something softly,
Speaker 3: her lips still on mine, as the pleasure slowly EMPs
Speaker 3: into a cozy warmth. She trails kisses back up my
Speaker 3: body until we're face to face, wrapping her arms around me.
Speaker 3: Her hand gently strokes my back as I come down
Speaker 3: from the high, and the soundtrack of the summer night
Speaker 3: wraps around us. Time to order that pizza.