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Quite a Night
Quite a Night Quite a Night There is thunder in that look no judging by covers this book your smile so wide at sight of me seems you like what you do see a curling pink tip of tongue along those full red lips you run and in those eyes a desire bright seems we could be in for quite a night my hand eases you back against the wall and you allow yourself to backwards fall a hand looped around my neck a smile which says what the heck as our lips meet and urgent taste for tonight we will no time waste heat of breasts and nipples taut in your top my questing finger caught a light tug and a roll of nipple you move against me as your thoughts I cripple every move now is more instinctive as we allow our selves to be primitive teeth which scrape over ear lobe tender seems we have both found a contender my fingers delve inside your slacks as my own trousers your hand attacks and such heat and desire our questing fingers find on loving rich tonight we dine a brushing fingertip lifting dew from the molten melting core of you kisses wet and hungry and aggressive fly as we take each other now and onward cry hips are raised and plunging down we shake ourselves almost break the ground a hardness swift skewers you deep and in my embrace your body leap a shout a yell a "God Christ Almighty" as we rise and plunge so delightfully wet and eager and limbs entangled our bodies crash together but nothing mangled the storm we ride of passion and desire until at last peak can go no higher holding tight we plunge and fall answering to orgasm's raking call leaves us both as flotsam on this beach best of all you are in easy reach and as I look into your face so flushed I recall the tremor and kiss before the rush in your gaze I see your want lingers still and together we move to energy sate or kill. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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there is soft and smooth and gentle and there is the rasp of stubble on your thigh the ache of knee as thrusting deep and the bruised flesh where kisses soft skin meet and the give it all away and allow storm surge to carry us forward where desire urge to merge our lusts with one of equal ferocity as we in loving reach a new escape velocity.... Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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