I see by your deepening aura that I am pleasing you as much as myself. To increase your pleasure still further I lengthen the plunging strokes of my manhood even deeper into your liquid flower. I seek to stimulate you further as my engorged member seeks to explore your alien sheath and probe it as it has never been before.
I hear noises in the forest and your discarded garments shimmer. I sense that others of your kind are searching for you. I pray that they will never find us and spoil our communion. They would not understand and may well be hostile to me as they see you writhing beneath me in apparent pain.
You are giving me of your energy and I know it is so I can go on and not spend my seed too soon before we have tasted all the pleasures that we bring each other. Your kisses, urgent though tender, excite me to redouble my efforts and your touching of my skin sends me to even greater heights of passion. I adjust your position so that your legs are spread even wider and your love portal is even more accessible to me.
Your channel tightens and spasms around my manhood as if demanding the release of my seed to flood it and cool it’s heat. I sense that you desire the outpouring of my seed into your womb - not yet Landi, not yet. Be content for the moment with the copious moisture of the love juices that hiss and suck and glide upon and around our co-joined parts. But even if I were to permit the release of the milk of my seed deep inside you, I know I would quickly recover for another joining.
But you do not know that I can achieve this with you.
I hear noises in the forest and your discarded garments shimmer. I sense that others of your kind are searching for you. I pray that they will never find us and spoil our communion. They would not understand and may well be hostile to me as they see you writhing beneath me in apparent pain.
You are giving me of your energy and I know it is so I can go on and not spend my seed too soon before we have tasted all the pleasures that we bring each other. Your kisses, urgent though tender, excite me to redouble my efforts and your touching of my skin sends me to even greater heights of passion. I adjust your position so that your legs are spread even wider and your love portal is even more accessible to me.
Your channel tightens and spasms around my manhood as if demanding the release of my seed to flood it and cool it’s heat. I sense that you desire the outpouring of my seed into your womb - not yet Landi, not yet. Be content for the moment with the copious moisture of the love juices that hiss and suck and glide upon and around our co-joined parts. But even if I were to permit the release of the milk of my seed deep inside you, I know I would quickly recover for another joining.
But you do not know that I can achieve this with you.
