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Her.
Sometimes I think about my fingers gliding all along her beautiful ebony skin. How she would shiver with her lips partly opened and her eyes begging for more than just simple strokes on her thigh. In those times, I imagine because of self satisfaction my lips welcome a sly grin. Because, even though those fantasies aren't real I feel like they are, seeing that they get me high.
I can see it, and I can feel it so perfectly with my eyes closed. And the fantasy feels like reality as soon as she moaned. As my lips welcomed one of her erected mound, my fingers glided through the wetness of her walls. And that, I immediately wanted to realise to watch how erotic she would be as deeper into pleasure she falls.
I can see it, and I can feel it so perfectly with my eyes closed. And the fantasy feels like reality as soon as she moaned. As my lips welcomed one of her erected mound, my fingers glided through the wetness of her walls. And that, I immediately wanted to realise to watch how erotic she would be as deeper into pleasure she falls.
Published 28th May 2017
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28th May 2017 6:56am
Like the last sentence "I immediately wanted to realise to watch how erotic she would be as deeper into pleasure she falls." it is beautiful.
Anonymous
29th May 2017 2:31am
Yup, last line absolutely summed up a really great write
