Mm.. You Feeling All Up In This, You Handsome Stud

The hills are alive with your beautiful melodies to my eyes. Come, take my hand, relax, shh, just let us be naughty, no names, no commitments, in the space of time, just you and I. Allow me to engage you in reflexology sex, oh baby, let me press on the soles of your feet, hitting all your sensitive nerves, then blindfold you, and watch you get aroused, by sight unseen, yet by your body, pasted against mine.  
 
Licking over your toes, pampering the man as you lie, to take commend when you arise, my tongue, swirling over the hard depth of you erected passion, soothing the predestined state with my mouth as I take you in, your cries to surrender, delayed, denied, filling my ears with each breath intake, suckling the essence of your soul into the abyss of oral supplication, swallowing you, accepting the fate of the wondrous of you, then palming your virility as I straddle you, mm, holding your kingdom to cum as I slide down your throne, mm… you feel my wetness for you, leaning down, my tongue bonding with yours, you gripping my ass, gyrating my silken treasure hole to meet the arousal of your extended erection, thrusting it deeper and deeper up inside me, our souls mingling as one, no beginning no end, thirst for my lust, quench off my ecstasy, take my love, this moment is ours, I am yours…mmm...let me spill forth this yearning I have for you, as I breathlessly await the cosmic explosion of the rendering of heated desires  you embed deep inside me, throwing my head back, moaning out your name, writing it on the stars as pieces of me you take, covet, the core of my soul I give.
 
Holding me tighter, wrapping your legs around the destiny of draining the crux of you, lips tasting of each other, bodies moving to the weakness of sedated passion, you and I have created, enjoy your lunch my love, take the scent of me cherished by the rapture, kissed my the stars, and ordained by my Hunter’s moon.
 
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