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Roar.. Okay Maybe Softly Purring
Soft body withering with no middle ground
To its own need, pulsing, quaking, from his addictive fucking pounds
Draining my wet essence in the throne of ecstasy
Mmm…this game is not over as you can feel, as you could see
In the afterglow, wetness creeping as his strong body continues to hover
Forbidden lust found under my silken covers
Smiles of contentment overwhelming me
Lips descend onto mine, tongue inviting, dueling as the elixir of love has been set free
Inhaling the manly scent of his sweating aroma one last time
A kiss to my lips, rising from the rumpled sheets, for a quickie, which takes my body, mind past cloud nine
“Oo baby... wait... bring your cock ring... oh … and the botte of honey, and please don't forget the Moet wine
You know in the shower I totally admire the way you make my body surrender to yours and then slowly trickle and unwind.”
To its own need, pulsing, quaking, from his addictive fucking pounds
Draining my wet essence in the throne of ecstasy
Mmm…this game is not over as you can feel, as you could see
In the afterglow, wetness creeping as his strong body continues to hover
Forbidden lust found under my silken covers
Smiles of contentment overwhelming me
Lips descend onto mine, tongue inviting, dueling as the elixir of love has been set free
Inhaling the manly scent of his sweating aroma one last time
A kiss to my lips, rising from the rumpled sheets, for a quickie, which takes my body, mind past cloud nine
“Oo baby... wait... bring your cock ring... oh … and the botte of honey, and please don't forget the Moet wine
You know in the shower I totally admire the way you make my body surrender to yours and then slowly trickle and unwind.”
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