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Tempo Slow

It was a subtle symphony … Tones from knuckles on oak that seemed to be synched to me … A tempo slow and rhythmic that has me intrigued to see the reason I stopped my doing and instinctively set my stride to match the highs from that curious melody … “Who might it be?” I asked with the resonance of temperance not expecting a response that was pleasingly full of elegance … “I was by your residence and instead of driving by I thought saying hi would take precedence” and before she could elaborate her sentences I opened the door with no questions as she entered in … Her eyes revealing truths and her hair full of melanin pass over her shoulders that holds the sweetest smell and in the same frame her lips silhouetted to silently tell of her intentions … Slightly pursed with one side perched pointing north emanating reverence and seeking sensual attention … My smile reflecting in her eyes and void of surprise my attention manifested in the region meant for this by saluting her thighs … As her lids compromising closed with slow blinks meant more for seduction than biological roles, subliminal nods form a shimmer on her nose … Her jawline exposed and perfectly contoured all natural with no byproducts or gmo’s, just straight shine from eating right and mommy’s chromosomes … Yea she’s one of those, a woman of worth in scantily clothes, hands on her waist with one hip posed a bit lower on the left with her cleavage exposed … Her presence is prose and my poetry knows no bounds ... “Please pardon my sweat but you caught me in the middle of some workout rounds” … Her fingers grazed me up and down as she traipsed around tickling my glistening while emitting approving soft sounds … “No pardons necessary it’s more than allowed plus it’s a damn good look and I have no intention of waisting this erection and letting it go down” … Her motions astound as her palm peruses around the pillar of my pride just south of my navel but north of my thighs … She leads me further inside “Come let me get you wet before I help you get dry” … Her diligence is sublime as the shower is none too hot and the pressure none too high … Her actions designed almost rehearsed and not at all shy as she grabs my waistband to display my expand and I’m more than happy to comply … I’m as nude as the sky as she turns her back while looking back for assistance to untie … She holds her hair aside while I slide her ribbons to release her loops … Her garment falls and she’s in the raw, hand covering her jaw as she verbalizes a playful little “Oops” … She pivots 180 degree scoot for breast to chest roots that has us telling tales in full detail embracing while fully mute … She’s the pinnacle of cute as we move into the water, hair wet, vignette flesh, she led me in but I’ll do everything for her … Shampoo on her follicles and soap on her shoulders outta set the tempo slow and put actions in order … With an idle sorta drip suds slip to the area her areoles seem to loiter … Her gentle grip holds my mitts and guides them down her quarters for an open road for her to roam her hands around my border … Now I’m little bit broader from the swell of the pump … Her excitement revealed in the way her inner chest jumps … That R&B smooth melodic thu-thump velvets her flow as she lathers my lumps … Her tender touches causing my ooh’s and my umph’s while I’m petting her back and caressing her rump … Yeeaaa she’s the only one who knows how to run her phalanges down my canvas … She allows the detergent to naturally emerge and progresses toward sexual advances by groping the whole of my nurture before she pulls me close and inserts for her to land this … With her right leg high and her left foot planted, my stroke caused closed eyes while staring toward the lantern … Our actions are candid causing Sensual antics outperforming Sin itself and moaning like she’s ranting … Screaming “I love it when we’re standing” out of breath from erotic flex turns her screams into panting … She turns around and starts whining like she’s dancing while I’m inside her romancing giving everything she wants with no questions or asking … We both feel the build up amassing from insertional hugging … I’m smashing this ass but know this fuckin’s really loving … The details causing her nails to leave entrails on my brawn is truly stunning … But I’ll leave the thought to manifest because imagination’s really something … We continue our bumping and thumping while the water’s steady running … Dirty talk gets washed away with soap and play and all the fun and in unison we’re humming … wait, hold up, “HOLY SHIT I THINK I’M CUMMING!!”
Written by SenSin
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