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Sweet Addictions
In the dark
on the ground
the smokey smell of the burning firewood and your perfume lingering in the cool summer breeze
I am laughing
hearts pounding from the action I am about to do
as I stare into your glowing eyes from the moonlight and the stars soaking up the night sky
I smile
lean into kiss you
your soft lips swaying with mine
I reach your neck
I bite
knowing it drives you crazy
a tender bite
speaking softly in you ear
"I want to make love to you."
breathing deeper and deeper
she pulsates
moving as quickly as my heart beats for you
breathing heavily and moaning with every movment my body makes
slowly thrusting my waist upon yours
my hands reach lower . . . and lower
I can feel the inside of you
so moist. . . wet. . . warm
I smile.
you smile.
I inch my way toward her
kissing your skin
my hearts racing
ellys pulsating
I start to quiver
I can hear you breathe harder as I blow on her
tasting your sweet addiction on my lips
the smell of just you has me breathless
and begging for more
your moaning screams drive me faster . . . and faster
your bodys shaking with every lick
breathing is rapid and getting louder and louder
"Don't stop," you say.
and I won't.
on the ground
the smokey smell of the burning firewood and your perfume lingering in the cool summer breeze
I am laughing
hearts pounding from the action I am about to do
as I stare into your glowing eyes from the moonlight and the stars soaking up the night sky
I smile
lean into kiss you
your soft lips swaying with mine
I reach your neck
I bite
knowing it drives you crazy
a tender bite
speaking softly in you ear
"I want to make love to you."
breathing deeper and deeper
she pulsates
moving as quickly as my heart beats for you
breathing heavily and moaning with every movment my body makes
slowly thrusting my waist upon yours
my hands reach lower . . . and lower
I can feel the inside of you
so moist. . . wet. . . warm
I smile.
you smile.
I inch my way toward her
kissing your skin
my hearts racing
ellys pulsating
I start to quiver
I can hear you breathe harder as I blow on her
tasting your sweet addiction on my lips
the smell of just you has me breathless
and begging for more
your moaning screams drive me faster . . . and faster
your bodys shaking with every lick
breathing is rapid and getting louder and louder
"Don't stop," you say.
and I won't.
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