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Symphony Of Moans Ii
It’s was a hot and hard Wednesday
beers and weed front of the telly
erotically charged moments of play
games for adults just being crazily horny
such excitement comes with words
his playful retracing of the lengthy cock threads
acting into the sensuality of moods
my virtual intimacy with a stranger that broods
I’m with the face hidden by darkened mask
his control of my alluring calloused colored fingertips
tracing the black braids was a task
smooth imaginative sighs, wetness dripping below the sexy hips
he makes my soft skin ruffled unnatural by my hand
guiding to the gentleness of a pair over a shaven Venus land
knowing well that I longed for the moment, his excitement with them voluptuous pairs
and it happens, the thrill of sensitive touches reverberates my fine hairs
Gosh babe … I’m now tracing of pubic silhouette, ohh that’s an amazement,
the peppered bodily self touches god damn.. that’s an intoxication,
the tightening of the muscles, oh god.. that a sexual statement
the sensation on my pink tenderness, oh dear doesn’t he want that action!
knowingly i now navigate them to my moist lips with unfamiliar fascination
Inhaling whispers of longing, the week as it has been my inspiration?
this moment of experience wasn’t without anticipation!
consenting adults working out individually with the high intensity vaginal perspiration!
how am I to say, the moment of pleasure was to treasure,
that stranger’s gentleness seen when pleasure was at his leisure
surrendered, I’m wishing for a serenade with a hot and wet cunnilingus
me returning with fellatios as curious cat playing with a dark throbbing rod with its constant biting lips 🫦
Fantasizing a moment to let me catch him out of breaths
umm.. while I kneel my fingers tenderly orchestrate
damn... momentum gathers as his throbbing love fills my mouth
hey world! tonight’s my night and oh dear god!, make it count when my own fingers could unnaturally penetrate!
Isn’t this a day of songs to be sung by bards on a merry, every other night
about a straight haired buxom on a bed mentally fighting with an Indian knight
a romp that was worthy for scene in the epic porn of the days bygone
and the night on her bed ending with an fucking exalted symphony of moans too!!
beers and weed front of the telly
erotically charged moments of play
games for adults just being crazily horny
such excitement comes with words
his playful retracing of the lengthy cock threads
acting into the sensuality of moods
my virtual intimacy with a stranger that broods
I’m with the face hidden by darkened mask
his control of my alluring calloused colored fingertips
tracing the black braids was a task
smooth imaginative sighs, wetness dripping below the sexy hips
he makes my soft skin ruffled unnatural by my hand
guiding to the gentleness of a pair over a shaven Venus land
knowing well that I longed for the moment, his excitement with them voluptuous pairs
and it happens, the thrill of sensitive touches reverberates my fine hairs
Gosh babe … I’m now tracing of pubic silhouette, ohh that’s an amazement,
the peppered bodily self touches god damn.. that’s an intoxication,
the tightening of the muscles, oh god.. that a sexual statement
the sensation on my pink tenderness, oh dear doesn’t he want that action!
knowingly i now navigate them to my moist lips with unfamiliar fascination
Inhaling whispers of longing, the week as it has been my inspiration?
this moment of experience wasn’t without anticipation!
consenting adults working out individually with the high intensity vaginal perspiration!
how am I to say, the moment of pleasure was to treasure,
that stranger’s gentleness seen when pleasure was at his leisure
surrendered, I’m wishing for a serenade with a hot and wet cunnilingus
me returning with fellatios as curious cat playing with a dark throbbing rod with its constant biting lips 🫦
Fantasizing a moment to let me catch him out of breaths
umm.. while I kneel my fingers tenderly orchestrate
damn... momentum gathers as his throbbing love fills my mouth
hey world! tonight’s my night and oh dear god!, make it count when my own fingers could unnaturally penetrate!
Isn’t this a day of songs to be sung by bards on a merry, every other night
about a straight haired buxom on a bed mentally fighting with an Indian knight
a romp that was worthy for scene in the epic porn of the days bygone
and the night on her bed ending with an fucking exalted symphony of moans too!!
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