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Tasty

Upper Eastside, New York
Last Evening

I have to call and tell my girls about this, but first, since you are readding, here is a glass of Moet, enjoy my reminisce.

Seducing me was not what I would have imagined once my lover begged to watch me milk bathe
I complied not pretentious of such sweet passionate waves
My handsome one was, trying not to misbehave
 
Taking the loofah dipping it into the water then on my back the concentrated milk pours
What could be a more enticing way then to have the body soar, his hypnotic eyes, all mine to privately adore
 
Unwavering vision to the twisting liquid current sliding down my back, leaning his face downward, his
Tongue tasting his silken snack, the dipping of his tongue inside my ear
Palming a breast, my climax always his as a souvenir
 
Kissing a perky nipple, his hands slipping into the warm depth, my body awaiting my sweeten fate, pure and simple
Shaken desires, meeting the soapy ripples
His finger torpedoing inside of me, gyrating to the driving feeling behind his teasing please
Going deeper inside me, locking my eyes
Knowing I cannot refuse his carnal designs, or deny
 
His lips on mine, infusing, reducing my will, two fingers now perusing
Sudsy water decorating the tile floor closing my eyes, sinking into the weakening pussy colluding
 
The drunken effect of his fingers venturing inside
Kissing me, the remnants of his lips tasting of vintage wine
Taking off his robe in a hurry, joining me in the warm abyss, leaning forward, kissing my soft lips
Mmm... the water showcasing the tip of his hard dick, waiting for him to slip it inside my soothing wet slit...
Swooning to his controlled flicks of my clit, liking the wigging dominating hits

Ooo..that feels soooooo good
 
Lifting me out my milky paradise, my legs wrapping around his waist for the thrill of his loving surprise
His throaty groans heard before sunrise, once he slips his erection between my creole thighs
 
The pleasure I felt once he is sliding his needs in and out, his is dick took me on safari, in a fantasy, I was his concubine, his consort, his tongue to my wet pussy, his dick to my ass, who could want anything more
Girl, he even had me dress up like a French Maid, and only to speak French
You do know… he makes me so hot when he bangs on my door, demanding my cunt, without hesitation, ripping my thong off then invading my pussy with hard thrusts on the carpeted floor
 
Standing up…wow, his dick measuring beyond a ruler
Muscular… mmm.. hum… that baritone dialect, in the lustful desires of his mind, flexing his Sex, the width, the length, it sure was making me wet, he couldn’t look more cooler
Which he could fuck me breathless, his cum dripping off my face
Shh… I feel no disgrace
 
Lifting one of his legs over the rim, cupping my butt cheeks, coveting my mouth in his wicked sin Allowing the ecstasy of us to begin
Kissing up my leg, my body flinching behind the naked aggression, the sighs, the addictive pleasure
The yearning to get inside my sunken treasure
 
My legs, he positioned over each shoulder
Oh, sweet mercy… his tongue sliding in and out my wet pussy much slower
Inpatient fingers pinching my clit, then a hungry lick, my slit, spitting on my fine downy hairs
His tongue, funneling inside his gift, oh it feels so good I declare, pants echoed to empty air
 
Taking me once again on the floor
Palming his head, thighs locking against his face, moaning out for more
Lifting his body from his wet sup
Cupping his dick ramming it inside my lover’s cup
 
Oh...yes, his hand gripping rim
My legs wrapped around his back, seesawing my pussy hole to receive all of him
Plummeting his dick deeper
My climax I’m holding back, this lasting feeling is a serenading keeper
 
Give me that sweet pussy, is all I heard
Siphoning my resistance, breathless to even convey with words
Arching my back, my climax betraying me
Coating his dick which my lustful needs
Tapping into his volcanic pearly seeds
my moans fused within his groans
His ejaculation, my sweet cunt now owns


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