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Oral game

As I lay on this warm silky bed, each breath is heavy in excite, iam just wondering what ever the magic gong to happen tonight, she is the conductor and iam just the tool of her delight, as her naked breast lay soft on my thighs , with a quiet smile she unzip my pants, by God it's a strange mood for me as her fingers lay grip on me, her left hand rubbing on my chest her right hand tames it out on me, 'ohh is it still sleeping' she acclaims, ' I guess it's scared of this attention' is my comments, 'don't worry momy is her to take care for now this baby belongs to myself' she responds, holding a firm grip at the bottom choking the balls and the stem, her wet toung slides on the ball ' clean shaven' a perfect decision, with a sweet moan I feel the rush, the stem gets up and starts to bulge, her wet lips touch's the log with each bits she climbs the tree, her fingers dig into my chest as her mouth reaches tip, her lips squirts the sugar lust with my tool in her mouth, drowned & suckled and being bitten, she is just enjoying my tool that's hardened, she is becoming wild and savage as I beg ohh my love in ur grip iam in the peek of my excitement, her toung rubs in the rifts and unto my tip, she licks each drop that reaches on to the tiny mouth of my tip, she strokes and chokes as a wild goddess covered in her golden locks, her sounds her lips her toung all working in such a lusty magic like sweet mountain breeze hitting the trees so romantic, but this is beyond something for in her lust I feel totally melted, she loosen her grips and aims towards  her open dripping mouth, with a long moan  I free my self as the whole river floods into her mouth, with a satisfying swallowing she licks my tool clean still it's red and swollen, then she climbs gently on to my sweating chest , she say easy love ur a good man in this oral game, as she lay on my chest with a naughty smile, I wonder why sex is a masculine thing to play,  I bet she can also be the best master to obey , in deep love their is no man no woman after all it's a process of becoming one in all,
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