Turn Me On In One Sentence! 2

Avoid weird age references perhaps?
My dear 37 yo Litster, that post was meant for a mature man who has twice the living you have who doesn't post shit to a mature woman. I think MNbreastluver can handle my posts, and me. :)
 
My dear 37 yo Litster, that post was meant for a mature man who has twice the living you have who doesn't post shit to a mature woman. I think MNbreastluver can handle my posts, and me. :)
Except I was 37 in 2004 ... when I registered *winks*

I was just joking though ... but it hasn't obviously come through
 
Strumming and plucking your strings like the Stradivarius you are, drawing the music out of you, as you were created to be played.
 
You watch as I slowly unbutton the front of my dress, it falls slowly to the floor, my soft baby blue lingerie is revealed to your gaze.
Softly I caress your silky smooth skin, starting with brushng the backs of my fingers across your rosie cheeks, then running a fingertip across your lips.
 
Your touch sends shivers from my lips through out my body, suddenly I’ve become wet.
My left hand cups the back of your head, pulling your lips into mine for a sensual kiss that grows more passionate, while my right hand begins exploring your soft breasts with the it stiffened nipples, and my manhood begins to rise pressed against your tummy.
 
My left hand cups the back of your head, pulling your lips into mine for a sensual kiss that grows more passionate, while my right hand begins exploring your soft breasts with the it stiffened nipples, and my manhood begins to rise pressed against your tummy.
Your fingers touch my hardening nipple through my lacy bra, forcing an illicit moan into your kissing mouth, as I feel your hardening cock, a wet spot becoming obvious through your white briefs.
 
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Your fingers touch my hardening nipple through my lacy bra, forcing an illicit moan into your kissing mouth, as I feel your hardening cock, a wet spot becoming obvious through your white briefs.
Yes, my Picasso weeps for you, after feeling your lace covered breasts, which have enticed me so much, I have trouble deciding whether to continue our delicious kiss, or start a tango with my tongue and your nipples.
 
She stands completely still...shivering slightly from excitement...as my fingertips slowly caress her stomach as they move upwards...
 
Yes, my Picasso weeps for you, after feeling your lace covered breasts, which have enticed me so much, I have trouble deciding whether to continue our delicious kiss, or start a tango with my tongue and your nipples.
My back arches as you brush my bra strap from my shoulder, your mouth kisses across my freckled chest taking my small erect nipple between your lips I moan once more.
 
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