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Tuesday Evening
Her thighs are pressed tightly against my face as She trembles
i taste Her lovely flavor more
and i salivate more
the thought of Her pleasure arouses my blood cells—and they rush to the gathering place
She breathes deeply and eases Her scissor grip
Her thighs just the right amount of chafed by my evening stubble
She whispers affirmation
i take a breath
Her scent allures
my animal brain takes complete control now
as She wriggles i feel Her abdomen under my hand contract and relax
my tongue, flat, lingers…
i feel Her gently tug my hair
i feel the curve of Her soft foot resting delightfully on my bare back
Her toes curling lightly into my skin
Her fingers curl into my arms and She beckons me to come up to Her.
i oblige.
i taste Her lovely flavor more
and i salivate more
the thought of Her pleasure arouses my blood cells—and they rush to the gathering place
She breathes deeply and eases Her scissor grip
Her thighs just the right amount of chafed by my evening stubble
She whispers affirmation
i take a breath
Her scent allures
my animal brain takes complete control now
as She wriggles i feel Her abdomen under my hand contract and relax
my tongue, flat, lingers…
i feel Her gently tug my hair
i feel the curve of Her soft foot resting delightfully on my bare back
Her toes curling lightly into my skin
Her fingers curl into my arms and She beckons me to come up to Her.
i oblige.
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