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HER BODY SHUDDERS
Her body shudders,
as on her udders
his hands squeeze the mounds
close to her heart's pounds,
and brushes nipples,
sending hot ripples
that rebound around
where nerve ends are found,
setting her afire
with heated desire.
Her fevered moaning
turns on his boning.
while her own blood's rush
makes labia blush,
her petals open,
stickily moisten,
honey trickles down
her thigh skin of brown,
inviting linger
down south of finger,
He strokes lower lip
and clitoral tip,
making her legs part,
invite him to start
bringing his stiff tool
into her flesh pool.
There he fits complete.
His thighs become seat
for her to straddle,
hump on his saddle.
They make the bed shake
until the earthquake
of their orgasm
inundates chasm.
In rapture she's lost,
her head around tossed,
then she comes to rest,
head lain on his chest,
while he strokes her back
as breathing comes slack.
as on her udders
his hands squeeze the mounds
close to her heart's pounds,
and brushes nipples,
sending hot ripples
that rebound around
where nerve ends are found,
setting her afire
with heated desire.
Her fevered moaning
turns on his boning.
while her own blood's rush
makes labia blush,
her petals open,
stickily moisten,
honey trickles down
her thigh skin of brown,
inviting linger
down south of finger,
He strokes lower lip
and clitoral tip,
making her legs part,
invite him to start
bringing his stiff tool
into her flesh pool.
There he fits complete.
His thighs become seat
for her to straddle,
hump on his saddle.
They make the bed shake
until the earthquake
of their orgasm
inundates chasm.
In rapture she's lost,
her head around tossed,
then she comes to rest,
head lain on his chest,
while he strokes her back
as breathing comes slack.
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