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The sunlight is bright and warming, the air seems full of promise, the basket pushed to one side, the picnic rug on which we lie is cushioned by the grass beneath. Somewhere birds are singing, their song reaches our ears as we lean in closer, and kiss. A taste of cheesecake, a hint of sweetness from the strawberries consumed, and then the remaining tastes is all you. Delicate, rich, desiring needed, and wanted, you. Our lips explore, and our tongues entwine, this kiss deepens, as we move closer to each other, eyes closed, we can hear the birds singing, warm sun on our bodies, and how alive his air seems. A hand brushes up and along your arm, lightly flowing over the skin, then pauses, takes a hold, for balance, as kisses chase each other. Then a pause, eyes open, consider, then lean in once more towards each other. Hand on arm rises, and brushes across your front. Cups warm breast, feels its heat through the thin material skin of your blouse, and kiss, if possible, deepens. Press more firmly together, trying to get every line, angle, curve, of ourselves to press against the other, feel all of us and all of them. Sunlight now seems cold in comparison to your warmth, and want to feel and taste the bare skin, as lips leave lips to track down across and along bare skin, to suckle and nip at exposed throat. Hand cupping breast, and fingers circling the rising tip of nipple within the blouse, lightly dragging across it. There is no rush or haste, the afternoon is long, and the evening on this daylight day is even longer. We have this now, to set our heat brighter, more intense, than summer day. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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That was really good. Love how his balls were slapping against you. Such intense fucking.
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