Bringing warmth, to thy wounded heart, with strokes from delicate fingers which subtly trace sparkle  

angeldickfuck 41M
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8/27/2006 2:59 am
Bringing warmth, to thy wounded heart, with strokes from delicate fingers which subtly trace sparkle

Bringing warmth, to thy wounded heart, with strokes from delicate fingers which subtly trace sparkle from deprived eyes, lips clasp, melting the frost from your wounds--> Click here Reply
Lick (Just For Him)
My moist tongue flicks

Just against the tip

Tasting? …teasing?

My lips engulf

Eye contact…pouty eyes

Submissive…wanting

Approval? …encouragement?

Farther now…deeper

He swells inside me

Capacity is reached

I retreat, then return

My saliva…your fluid

Mix and sluice

Down the shaft

Onto my hand

I look to your eyes

They roll back, then close

Pleasure…appreciation

My tongue again

Across the tip

On each exit

Down again…farther

Straining…stretching

Capacity is inadequate

A sudden retreat

Gagging…gasping

Again your eyes…

Concerned yet wanting

Needing…begging?

Imperative to continue

My lips…now shiny

I lick them…part them

Teasing? …tasting?

I accept you again

And again…and again

Until… thrusts

Arches your back

legs stiffen

I look to your eyes

Closed tightly

Imagining? …fantasizing?

Eruption is imminent

Animalistic…guttural

Moans and movements

Fruition

fluid fills my mouth

And runs down my hand

I retreat…aching

Yet we are attached still

A stubborn strand

Tethers me to you

And then snaps

As I look to your eyes


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