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Carousel Rides

                                           
His transgressions were in discord, with an onslaught like a satyr, his thrusts so indelicate and uncivilized. To its abyss, he assaulted her throat as he watched her chest... breaths encumbered, heaving nipples like jewels. Her legs writhed while also clutching into the mattress, heels digging... struggling to make tread.  Like the claws of a prowess and the prey, into his thighs, her nails burrowed and etched. She wore cheeks of scarlet flush while lost in the pandemonium of his collisions, her breaths also stifled by each                             
                                
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Only at selfish discretion, he yielded her breaths, while whimsical and starry eyed, she gazed.  From cherry stained lips in swell, saliva trickled down her face and over her gorgeous, deep set eyes. Coyly, he smiled, just knowing he could fuck her pretty little mouth until it was raw.                                              
       
This too, was her aphrodisia and he knew, with a vengeance, soon would his face be her own carousel of debauchery. What the hell though, was his last thought as he spiraled out of control. Crashing forth, he finished her face with one hell of a climax . Finding themselves in reciprocal grins, he spoke......    
.............."Thank you, baby doll" as he gently carressed her frothy, lust ridden face.  Her face expressed what he already knew to expect. While rather excited, he was a bit trepidatious of facing the consequences of his brute actions.                                 
Written by PandoraUnleashed
Published | Edited 24th Jul 2019
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