bashfull
raunchy romantic
- Joined
- Sep 30, 2002
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Thinking about this:
Your hips rising, your back arching, your thighs clenching...feeling your hands grasping the back of my head as I devour you. Sweetly savoring your nectar...juices flowing and unable to slake my thirst for you. One hand grabbing your hips, pulling you higher so that I may probe deeper. My other hand slides between your thighs, relishing the tightness against me while I slip a finger inside. Curling upward, I seek to heighten your rapture. Now two fingers, your hips rising against my my rasping tongue.
Moist with your wetness, I slide one finger lower, pausing at your other opening. Your thrusting hips and exhalation of extacy encouraging me to enter. With a finger in each succulent tunnel, your moans cry out, carried on the wind. The flowers bloom brighter and stand straighter, the sun gleams across your glistening skin...as your back arches, pushing your pelvis up against my tongue and down onto my probing fingers.
Harder....faster...your breath catching with each rise and fall of your body...hands digging deep in my hair...expressions of rapture screaming out the gusts blowing over our bodies...ankles locked behind my head...your eyes rolling...feeling your insides clench and hold as you thrust your hips higher and hold...the quivers running along your thighs
Your hips rising, your back arching, your thighs clenching...feeling your hands grasping the back of my head as I devour you. Sweetly savoring your nectar...juices flowing and unable to slake my thirst for you. One hand grabbing your hips, pulling you higher so that I may probe deeper. My other hand slides between your thighs, relishing the tightness against me while I slip a finger inside. Curling upward, I seek to heighten your rapture. Now two fingers, your hips rising against my my rasping tongue.
Moist with your wetness, I slide one finger lower, pausing at your other opening. Your thrusting hips and exhalation of extacy encouraging me to enter. With a finger in each succulent tunnel, your moans cry out, carried on the wind. The flowers bloom brighter and stand straighter, the sun gleams across your glistening skin...as your back arches, pushing your pelvis up against my tongue and down onto my probing fingers.
Harder....faster...your breath catching with each rise and fall of your body...hands digging deep in my hair...expressions of rapture screaming out the gusts blowing over our bodies...ankles locked behind my head...your eyes rolling...feeling your insides clench and hold as you thrust your hips higher and hold...the quivers running along your thighs