I cant explain da feeling it gives me...da sight of her toes curling,da sound of them poppin...as I give her mouth-to-pussicipictation.flirting in a foreign language,leaving her vessel disarmed due to my random tongue-dance.body squirmin,da faint sounds are becoming more persistant,as I play different tunes to seductive melodies she responds by pinching my tongue,holding it captive with her rose-like petals that im so embedded in,awaiting for her stream to accompany me in estasy,over-filling me with her deepest moments of eroctica as I trace her feminity with my generous tongue,that becomes more,that can only be described as the softest bristle from any brush if u will...the motion that is chosen, her petals waving along with,as if its under a spell..her thighs spread even wider in hopes of deeper penetration that a active tongue gives.all I remember is holding her in my hands,my eyes gracefully looking over her,afraid to close my eyes,for seeing her nectar finds its way to wake my tastebuds.the glistning in the dark shows how moist,how wet she became,drinching my face,filling the room with smacking sounds,and squells....
Posted on: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 04:06:10 +0000
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