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Mélodique
When he decides to withdraw his affection and gives me the cold shoulder, I find comfort in my own company and make him watch me from the other side of the room as I entertain myself with the abstract remnants of his fickle hunger, until he takes me ferociously for teasing him, inadvertently.
Surrender, is a gift and as he traverses the perverse vague valley of my blossoming garden of Eden, inhaling the scent of my ripened sex, he bares witness to me calcifying myself from the way he toys with my heart, he thinks it's some kind of modern day art.
Perhaps, while that book he has his nose stuck within falls to the floor as he watches me intently, he'll stir to the familiar aromatic scent of my desire as it fills the air and I whisper "I need you, deep inside me" until he can't bare to ignore the way I play his game of charade.
I scope the way his passion emerges as I cycle up and down the prism of my slippery catharsis, until I'm shaking violently while my swollen little bud, becomes imminent.
Whispering "more please" and it didn't occur to me that he was the impact that assaulted my senses before delivering me upon the cusp of an internal breakdown as he took me fiercely, just like I love to love riding him fiercely, until I'm gushing all over him.
Summertime, became a tenant in our home as he watched me sprawled out before him with flimsy pieces of layered clothing that hid nothing and everything.
Barely covering the heat of my naked sex that triggered him to take me hard and deep face down arse up, until he felt himself drifting with a faulty steering wheel, unable to determine his destination.
Yet he knew his destiny was buried balls deep inside the seams of my bare naked cherry blossom, until the essence of his stars were splashed across our night sky, twinkling and glistening, as he felt my heart race from the ambience of his primal touch.
The only touch that leaves me ajar, dizzy & weak at the knees, aching for more.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVsnxChEofs
Surrender, is a gift and as he traverses the perverse vague valley of my blossoming garden of Eden, inhaling the scent of my ripened sex, he bares witness to me calcifying myself from the way he toys with my heart, he thinks it's some kind of modern day art.
Perhaps, while that book he has his nose stuck within falls to the floor as he watches me intently, he'll stir to the familiar aromatic scent of my desire as it fills the air and I whisper "I need you, deep inside me" until he can't bare to ignore the way I play his game of charade.
I scope the way his passion emerges as I cycle up and down the prism of my slippery catharsis, until I'm shaking violently while my swollen little bud, becomes imminent.
Whispering "more please" and it didn't occur to me that he was the impact that assaulted my senses before delivering me upon the cusp of an internal breakdown as he took me fiercely, just like I love to love riding him fiercely, until I'm gushing all over him.
Summertime, became a tenant in our home as he watched me sprawled out before him with flimsy pieces of layered clothing that hid nothing and everything.
Barely covering the heat of my naked sex that triggered him to take me hard and deep face down arse up, until he felt himself drifting with a faulty steering wheel, unable to determine his destination.
Yet he knew his destiny was buried balls deep inside the seams of my bare naked cherry blossom, until the essence of his stars were splashed across our night sky, twinkling and glistening, as he felt my heart race from the ambience of his primal touch.
The only touch that leaves me ajar, dizzy & weak at the knees, aching for more.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVsnxChEofs
Published 24th Jul 2017
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Anonymous
24th Jul 2017 3:39pm
DDDAAAYYYUUMMMM !!!!
24th Jul 2017 4:14pm
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