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“Emotionally Embossed By The Softness Of My Touch”
The comforts of balancing a Moorish King, when he is the gift
Giving me everything he has in his mix, floating on his drift
His thrusts plummeting into my yoni, losing control in the might of his dips
Mm... I love the sin’sations when his backbone slips
Got this man kissing all over my toes
Mm... now that feels so good, feeining for his depletion into my completion, his mouth softly suckling on my inner thigh, traveling upward, yes, the hardness of his body pillowing on mine, inhaling the scent of his neck, as my femininity locks on his girth, gyrating as his passion consoles
In the height of rapture my gentle scratches up and down his spine patrols
Once the caravan of that honey love, has trickled all over his mind
We become embossed in the creation of time
He begins dipping even harder into my synopsis, I really am as deep as the ocean
Once his verbs, his constantans have invaded my midnight offering, his pores now seeping of my sultry butter rum love potion
“Mm... wear me well my love”
Giving me everything he has in his mix, floating on his drift
His thrusts plummeting into my yoni, losing control in the might of his dips
Mm... I love the sin’sations when his backbone slips
Got this man kissing all over my toes
Mm... now that feels so good, feeining for his depletion into my completion, his mouth softly suckling on my inner thigh, traveling upward, yes, the hardness of his body pillowing on mine, inhaling the scent of his neck, as my femininity locks on his girth, gyrating as his passion consoles
In the height of rapture my gentle scratches up and down his spine patrols
Once the caravan of that honey love, has trickled all over his mind
We become embossed in the creation of time
He begins dipping even harder into my synopsis, I really am as deep as the ocean
Once his verbs, his constantans have invaded my midnight offering, his pores now seeping of my sultry butter rum love potion
“Mm... wear me well my love”
Published 1st Jul 2024
| Edited 14th Jan 2025
Author's Note
Mm.. humm.
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🤎
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🤎
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1st Jul 2024 10:24pm
WOW my friend this sensual spill feeds my mind of wild passion and in this stanza love to do
Got this man kissing all over my toes
Mm... now that feels so good, feeining for his depletion into my completion, his mouth softly suckling on my inner thigh, traveling upward, yes, the hardness of his body pillowing on mine, inhaling the scent of his neck, as my femininity locks on his girth, gyrating as his passion consoles
In the height of rapture my gentle scratches up and down his spine patrols
Once the caravan of that honey love, has trickled all over his mind
We become embossed in the creation of time
Got this man kissing all over my toes
Mm... now that feels so good, feeining for his depletion into my completion, his mouth softly suckling on my inner thigh, traveling upward, yes, the hardness of his body pillowing on mine, inhaling the scent of his neck, as my femininity locks on his girth, gyrating as his passion consoles
In the height of rapture my gentle scratches up and down his spine patrols
Once the caravan of that honey love, has trickled all over his mind
We become embossed in the creation of time
3rd Jul 2024 2:14am
Your knight and shining and armor and you are mood for sweet sweet love. Keep on writing my Queen.
