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Yesterday. Today. And. Tomorrow. Everything, we were and will be, will remain for eternity.
Moments etched into the heart & soul as he flexes in his tight black shirt with full sleeve art etched upon his flesh, and those arms were made to latch onto as if they were a balustrade to enable our hips to connect & engage, to grind upon one another.
Hard & deep until he elicits those inaudible moans, and soft whispers, for more in explicit detail. Harder. Deeper. Fuck me. Make me cum for you. An anthem that drives him to drill me deeper until I’m gushing all over him, and the lingering twirl of his swirling tongue upon my swollen clit was never lost on me as his thick fingers slid their way inside of me.
Triggering multiple cascades as the throb in his prominent rock hard soul fills my whole being in a room of those most closest, yet we were in our own world as his big hands covered my mouth as he stretched me wide, and made me tremble all over him.
His kiss will always feel like heaven as we were destined to revisit the times we gravitated towards the holy grail in the way he buried himself in the depths of our mysterious bond, whilst my legs were draped around his shoulders.
A bond that spans 28 years and I want more of him, anchored & throbbing in the depths of me for breakfast, lunch & dinner and I’m not so oblivious to being famished as he flashes that smile.
All I can think about is the way we were and the way he left me gaping, and I don’t know whether to reach out and summon him to cum all over me whilst scrolling redtube to release some tension, or continue to say nothing.
Moments etched into the heart & soul as he flexes in his tight black shirt with full sleeve art etched upon his flesh, and those arms were made to latch onto as if they were a balustrade to enable our hips to connect & engage, to grind upon one another.
Hard & deep until he elicits those inaudible moans, and soft whispers, for more in explicit detail. Harder. Deeper. Fuck me. Make me cum for you. An anthem that drives him to drill me deeper until I’m gushing all over him, and the lingering twirl of his swirling tongue upon my swollen clit was never lost on me as his thick fingers slid their way inside of me.
Triggering multiple cascades as the throb in his prominent rock hard soul fills my whole being in a room of those most closest, yet we were in our own world as his big hands covered my mouth as he stretched me wide, and made me tremble all over him.
His kiss will always feel like heaven as we were destined to revisit the times we gravitated towards the holy grail in the way he buried himself in the depths of our mysterious bond, whilst my legs were draped around his shoulders.
A bond that spans 28 years and I want more of him, anchored & throbbing in the depths of me for breakfast, lunch & dinner and I’m not so oblivious to being famished as he flashes that smile.
All I can think about is the way we were and the way he left me gaping, and I don’t know whether to reach out and summon him to cum all over me whilst scrolling redtube to release some tension, or continue to say nothing.
Published 15th Nov 2023
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15th Nov 2023 11:45am
15th Nov 2023 6:53pm
A good tribute to the prowess of your other half. Favourite lines, which well caption the picture:
His kiss will always feel like heaven as we were destined to revisit the times we gravitated towards the holy grail in the way he buried himself in the depths of our mysterious bond, whilst my legs were draped around his shoulders.
His kiss will always feel like heaven as we were destined to revisit the times we gravitated towards the holy grail in the way he buried himself in the depths of our mysterious bond, whilst my legs were draped around his shoulders.
16th Nov 2023 2:48am
