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Once Upon A Sunday Morning ................ (because of the passion in your words)
Once upon a time...........
and ohhh, not so long ago
I lay your body down upon down pillows
Your panties, slide gently to the floor
The softness envelopes your body
My intentions grow ever bolder
You spread wide your legs for me
And drape them across my broad shoulders
There, my big hands wrapped around your ankles
My warm , moist lips kiss the insides of your thighs
My fingers scratch a path down the back of your legs
from your sexy calves all the way to your soft, gentle backside
I feel your hips begin gentle gyrations
Mmmmm....... the scent of you flooding my mind
baby, you truly have me touching my hardeness
As my tongue struggles hard to fervently find
The very tip of your burgeoning pearl
Your flower swelling against the flesh of my lips
The slippery wet nectar flows from within you
Like honey water, I take a sip
Squeezing firmly those rounded cheeks
Kneading them just like fresh dough
A finger pierces your waiting lips
Your pussy grips tightly, squeezing me to and fro
just like a wild, young feline
responding to the lions touch
stokes an all consuming fire inside
that long ago you loved so much......
and ohhh, not so long ago
I lay your body down upon down pillows
Your panties, slide gently to the floor
The softness envelopes your body
My intentions grow ever bolder
You spread wide your legs for me
And drape them across my broad shoulders
There, my big hands wrapped around your ankles
My warm , moist lips kiss the insides of your thighs
My fingers scratch a path down the back of your legs
from your sexy calves all the way to your soft, gentle backside
I feel your hips begin gentle gyrations
Mmmmm....... the scent of you flooding my mind
baby, you truly have me touching my hardeness
As my tongue struggles hard to fervently find
The very tip of your burgeoning pearl
Your flower swelling against the flesh of my lips
The slippery wet nectar flows from within you
Like honey water, I take a sip
Squeezing firmly those rounded cheeks
Kneading them just like fresh dough
A finger pierces your waiting lips
Your pussy grips tightly, squeezing me to and fro
just like a wild, young feline
responding to the lions touch
stokes an all consuming fire inside
that long ago you loved so much......
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