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Pulsing In The Deep...


From my sultry hips and thighs, he has me shouting out hallelujah's, and fuck me's, as his tongue slithers its way up. Blanketed beneath hot, heady breath; by way of grazing teeth and lips in suction, he marks his claim. Such the artist, he paints me in shades of red, and upon my divide of ivory,  the contrast of his insignia can be read.
 
Retracing his steps, downward goes his ardent tongue. Cheeks spread, his mouth dips and dives as fingers dance. The pink swirls a whirlwind of desire onto fingertips as he skims a tribute across my naughty lips he knows I'll lick. Entry in; nerves surge as muscles constrict , welcoming his curve of sin within. Every fiber of self is sparked as his veil of veins come pulsing through the deep.  
 
There's no rest for the weary, as raw and willing is the name of his game tonight. He's often like the devil in Heaven's playground, but he knows how to own Pandy's velvet underground!
 
 
 
Written by PandoraUnleashed
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Author's Note
I officially feel like I'm back to pulsing in my beloved Deep Underground again. Love you guys 🙏🖤💟
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