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Intimate picnic( part 3)

I'm so good against you. So excited too.
I feel hot. We leave each other,
frustrated at not being able
to advance our explorations any further.
We then continue our walk, glued to each other,
your head on my shoulder,
your hand passing under my jacket
in search of my skin.
you manage to infiltrate between my t-shirt
 my pants. your hand slips on my buttocks.
The tips of your nails make my skin shiver.
I want you so much.
We pass in front of small houses placed
there on the occasion of the fair which
will take place in a few days.
I can't hold it anymore, I want to taste you again.
I'll slam you against one of those little white shacks and I'll devour you.
We exchange a crazy kiss, full of passion,
of desire, it only reinforces my desire for you.
failing to make us fall on each other!
We're surprised, but our eyes meet with the same twinkle in our eyes.
I believe that this discovery had
the same echo in your mind as in mine.
The opportunity is too good.
We enter the cabin, empty, smiling
then I close the door behind us.
We don't see much, it's so dark.
My hand rests on one of the walls,
and I press you against it.
My lips attack hers again
our tongues begin a ballet of sweetness,
a waltz of delicacy.
Our hands search our bodies
rush under our open jackets.
I already feel the tip of your breasts
pointing under the palm of my hand.
My tongue goes up your neck,
turns on your earlobe where
I come to blow you my love, my desire.
your hands seem to travel all over me at once,
on and under my t-shirt, sliding on my buttocks
on my bare back.
how I love to feel her excitement on my fingertips
And you are really excited! Just as much as me.
I love sliding inside you,
feeling my fingers in your body,
snatching sublime moans from you.

To be continued
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