Just a LastingLicking: PersperorwhileInergy

Motion:Smoother In the bodies of us 3.  This was the song that we sang.Me touching you,she touching you,me touching her, she touching me
 
Surroundings in sheer afternoon passion, to give light and foresight into passion's meaning. Nothing about this was suppose to be innocent, yet, hard and unique. If we answer the moment, then we will loose what we all wanted made: 3
 
You kissing her thighs, as I poured wine in the sunlit white room as you 2 lay upon the floor , preforming the pretending naked dance. Kissing in circles that dangerous way to find points of pleasure that haven't been given. Giving all. Thrusting vaginas in a spread of fire, calling  facile.  Tight in the portion of her ass, you wanted to kiss her there, after the bath, so the tongue did devour.  She came as you predicted as I looked on erected. The continued made our 3rd eye really see
 
We left to the right what we cannot explain , but need to devour, not in physicality, but in rubbing haunts of the most pure and most enticing toxic natural pleasure. She can't help but to kiss her.  Decorated orgasms then, begins my matching. Taking one inside, while kissing the other's "smile", until its a laughter of unmentioned.  Unique. Devoted to betray Lust and take her place in live life. No permission, just damage in a beautiful way. They grow stronger, moving as 1, we are soundless.