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Their senses hungry for contact, every inch of body in lock, this is an intimate happening between the effort of two. They surely feed their desires with the slow movements of sexual for-play. The creeping of leg across leg, the tackle of arm with arm and the passionate grip of hand in hand, all contribute to the process of this love making.




I wouldn't trust another man with the secrets of my body but I trust him, I trust him with my every part if its what he wants, and hopefully he does.





Its not easy, to control my self around her, its almost like I'm a dog with a leash around its neck and she's this steak, and now I'm left drooling all over her. I don't know if I should feel embarrassed or ashamed.




He's getting closer, his eyes and his breath against my shy skin. The regret is building up inside of now, but my attraction is telling me otherwise. I'm starting to feel like I'm about to do something that I'll sadly regret -fuck it.
By making the situation easier for me, I've decided to do the unthinkable, I've accepted the offer of his piss warm beer. I suppose swiging it faster will just speed up the process -the faster it goes down, I assume the less painful.
Oh God! He's resulted into the fondling of my vagina (I'm not complaining) and what appears to be my bare breasts.




My conscience once told me, "get in there you devil, you", so I've decided to listen to him for once, but to make this run smoothly, I need to tame the lioness with the help of my wing man, Mr Alcohol.
It might not work, she might -Holy shit, she actually downed it, fuck me, she made the alcohol disappear!, but, I'm not complaining or anything. I'm going to actually do this, I had faith in that beer.
Her jeans are so tight, its like more attached to her legs then I am. I finally (and awkwardly) got it in there (her panties, I mean), the moister on my fingers doesn't make me feel so bad, I mean, she's probably enjoying it, the moaning tells me so -but she could be faking to impress me for some reason.




This is where that beer took me -well, all it really took was my pants. My legs just opened without me noticing, I find my self in -or better yet, he finds himself in- a sticky situation (no pun intended).  




His passionate sweat slides down his body and drips onto her breasts of which he adores dearly. She firmly grips onto his hips, almost pulling him closer while pressing her forehead against his hard chest. She starts digging her mature nails into his rough skin, piercing the surface causing stimulating pain. The muscles of his rear end slide into place perfectly and aesthetically, and the sweatyness of his warm red cheeks gives a slight glimmer. As he penetrates her (like his lower body would when swimming the butterfly stroke in gentle water), her voice loudens into the language of love 'aah ah ah aaah, fuck!'.
The beauty behind young love, shearly brings familiar tears upon our hearts, and this young couple being a glorified example.



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