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Parting her pink pedals to consume her nectar
Fingers caress outlines of throbbing lips
each one greets the wetness in my mouth,
As my tongue anxiously waits
to dance with the pedals on her flower.
Indescribable rhythm.
Only in perfect unison.
A yearning deeper then the canal river.
Each stroke thrashing with her movement.
Inhaling her air filled with lust
holding her athletic hips tightly to my face
as my tongue
parts her pink pedals, oooh what beauty
strategically open for me to lick,
descending and ascending my tongue deeper,
touching each wall of abyss
Like a bee in search of its nectar,
and I’ve found it.
Moan’s chanting.
Her eye’s focusing on my every move
closing only to welcome uncontrollable
pleasure...
Ascending my tongue to kiss her thigh's...
Yes, I like to tease her..with this oral foreplay...
I can go longer than a vibrator
Return your double A’ batteries
I’m relentless,
tongue glides from her
landscape along snug curve to
her breast firm like mountain’s
waiting for my tongue to claim its peak
lips cupped her aroused nipples
lightly tugging/ creating circular motions
with my tongue that hasn't tasted anything,
This….. perfect....yet
my mouth saturated ....with excitement
accepting invitation her body printed...
as memories form reflection we can put on repeat… .................................when she recuperates..
each one greets the wetness in my mouth,
As my tongue anxiously waits
to dance with the pedals on her flower.
Indescribable rhythm.
Only in perfect unison.
A yearning deeper then the canal river.
Each stroke thrashing with her movement.
Inhaling her air filled with lust
holding her athletic hips tightly to my face
as my tongue
parts her pink pedals, oooh what beauty
strategically open for me to lick,
descending and ascending my tongue deeper,
touching each wall of abyss
Like a bee in search of its nectar,
and I’ve found it.
Moan’s chanting.
Her eye’s focusing on my every move
closing only to welcome uncontrollable
pleasure...
Ascending my tongue to kiss her thigh's...
Yes, I like to tease her..with this oral foreplay...
I can go longer than a vibrator
Return your double A’ batteries
I’m relentless,
tongue glides from her
landscape along snug curve to
her breast firm like mountain’s
waiting for my tongue to claim its peak
lips cupped her aroused nipples
lightly tugging/ creating circular motions
with my tongue that hasn't tasted anything,
This….. perfect....yet
my mouth saturated ....with excitement
accepting invitation her body printed...
as memories form reflection we can put on repeat… .................................when she recuperates..
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