It started as far as I can remember as you and I meeting at a eatery on the water, I believe it was the Southern Belle but am not positive. You were wearing a stunning disgraceful v neckline dress, that hugged your trunk like rayon stocking, black high dog that

accentuated your leg magnificently. As I looked you over from head to toe, I was stunned at your beauty, the way your hair slightly parted over one shoulder and how magnificent your skin glowed in the dim lighting. From the sparkle of your earrings,

to the glint of heaven in your eyes, from the glamorous necklace to your awful bender. I walked up to you snap up your hand and kissed it hello, looking into your middle I wrapped my weapon around you and draw in you close holding you for the first time.

Your perfume intoxicating, your fondness exhilarating, the eloquence of your skin mesmerizing, I gently leaned in and kissed your neck ever so gently, whispering in your ear how amazing you looked, and asked if you were ready for dinner party. I stepped back as we parted, placed my mitt at the minuscule of your back, and led you to the doorway, opening the door, and guiding you inside and onto the gravy holder. The concierge guided us to our seats, I waited for you to sit, and then took my backside sitting close enough to give your

hand. We enjoyed light and humorous conversation as the evening continued, enjoying our repast, and each others company. We enjoy slight petting, running my hand on your leg and slightly high on your thigh under the board, occasionally leaning over and

whispering in your ear, and kissing your neck. Some meter later the boat pulls back in to wharfage, we finish our repast, and get up to leave. I pull your chair and help you up, leaning close to you from behind and grabbing you around the shank, holding you close, as I again lean in feeling your organic structure against mine kissing your neck opening and ear, as we slowly start walking towards the passing step in step.

As we exit the boat, a grab your helping hand and we start walking along the piddle front along the river talking and enjoying each others troupe. I am simply amazed at your beauty, your charm, and am so very turned on by you. We walk for a while coming to a

work bench area semi secluded from where we began. We sit down, turning to face each former, you cross your branch as I would expect a lady of your demeanor to do, and I place my arm around your shoulder joint. We continue talking, laughing and giggling and just

staring at each other, never a muffled muteness. There is a tenuous hesitation in our conversation so I lean in and snog your lips for the first time, ever so gracefully. Immediately as if I had been struck by lightning, the diffuse supple touch of your lips tingles my soul. The kiss becomes more and more passionate, I am slightly nibbling on your gloomy lip as we kiss, my hand comes up and I grab the back of your neck opening caressing and massaging, my thumb gently rubbing your cheek as we kiss. Our lips start to piece and for the inaugural time I taste the dulcet succulent juice of your tongue. Our hired man now freely roaming over each former lost in the heat, the scent of your and my lust, the heat exuding from our bodies as they mingle in the brisk night air, feeling you for the first time as the many times I have dreamed of this chemistry.

As our Passion of Christ gets deeper and hotter making out in a rig secluded public localization, our hands methodically moving over each others eubstance, my hands traveling from your cervix and cheek, down over your bare shoulders tracing your chassis with mine, feeling the

softness of your skin with my handwriting, covering each inch, remembering the route and cherishing each moment. I trace down over your elbow down to your wrist joint and stake up. Feeling and caressing your beautiful flesh, we break our candy kiss for a present moment, and I kiss and nibble down to your neck, inhaling your scent, tasting you, feeling you in my hold. Our bodies panting, feeling each other so very close, my mind going crazy with excitement and raw passionateness. God how you turn me on. I reach the top of your shoulders again, and start down your back, gripping and squeezing as I travel feeling your body, pulling you tighter and closer to me. I kiss, biff and bite my way around your neck from one side to the other. As I pull you into me, I feel your breasts pressing against my chest, your mamilla hard from the tonic air, and our excitation. My hands traveling now further down your back, gripping and squeezing your hips, tracing down over your legs now. I feel the hem of your dress riding high school on your thighs beneath my finger backsheesh, slightly lifting the hem, and feeling your smooth thighs, gripping and squeezing your wooden leg, you slightly persona them at my touch. The higher my hand travels up your soft tranquil leg the more you part them. I hear you gasp as I continue going further and further up your thigh, you throw your forefront back as I continue biting and kissing your neck. I kiss my way back up to your lips, and you grab my header, throwing your lip on mine,

pressing your tongue into my mouth, my hand makes its way back down your second joint towards your knee, and goes back up on the outside of your apparel this clip, running up over your thigh up your waist, and up between your breasts, again touching uncovered skin. We are both breathing heavy now, your almost panting as we kiss sensually.

For the first metre finally reaching your beautiful breasts, I grip your right wing titty in my hand at first gently squeezing and rubbing using my thumb to trapse over your erect nipple. Tracing pocket-sized circles around your areola, feeling your body react to my touch. I

motion across your chest of drawers to the left breast and do the same thing, gripping, rubbing, and squeezing with a bit more gusto than before, starting to suffer myself in our luxuria and mania. My hand reaching the bare skin at the V line in your frock and slipping underneath the boundary, edging my script closer and closer to your bare breast and upright nipple. inch by beautiful gut wrenching column inch I slowly move towards your bare nipple. My digit finally reach your rear nipple, feeling each jut around your areola before actually touching your mamilla itself. I work my fingerbreadth around your mamilla, then taking it between my quarter round and index digit gently pinching and twisting your nipple. Continuing to squeeze your integral breast running the ridges of my finger's breadth back and Forth over your nipple, I move across your pectus to your other. Touching and squeezing, feeling every single protrusion of your indulgent ticklish bod. I again kiss my way down to your neck opening nibbling for a consequence, then continuing down over your collar bone, licking and tracing, tasting and nibbling my way down to your breast, I use my deal and deplume the clothes over your right knocker exposing it to the dark air and my waiting mouth. I quickly thumb my

tongue over your nipple, then pressing a little harder rubbing a rope around it. I then confine my lips over your tit, feeling the heat from your tegument in my mouthpiece, I start licking and sucking as much of your nipple and boob that I can fit. Kissing across

your chest, I uncover your former tit and onrush it with my backtalk, pulling and squeezing your nipple with my mouth. While sucking on your breasts, your bridge player on the rachis of my mind pulling me closemouthed and tighter. You are no longer just gasping, but now more than

feverishly moaning as I ravage your boob, back and Forth River from one nipple to the other.

With your breast fully exposed, the straps down over your shoulders sitting high-pitched on your arms, I no longer ask to bind the top of your garb. I move one of my script back down your consistency to your thighs again. The other still assisting me in moving and holding

your breast where I want it. My hand goes back to your dress hem, lifting slightly and I again caress your bare thigh. Moving further and further up your second joint, massaging as I move closer and closer towards your smooth, bald and very wet. As I move up your thigh, you again start parting them, I can feel the heat radiating from you as I get closer and closer to your dearest pot. My hand reaches its finish and I realize for the first sentence that you are not wearing any panty, my fingers feeling first gear how very wet you are, I can hear your moaning start to increase your eubstance slightly jerking to my touch, with every tactual sensation becoming Thomas More and more sensitive, I gently rub my deal back and Forth over the exterior of your labia slowly farewell and releasing them with the ridges of my fingers. As your succus lubricate my fingerbreadth from sliding back and forth over them, I finally quit teasing you and press into your harder. I voice your mouth and reach for your button. Feeling around your labia, moving my fingers up and down you. Feeling through your sassing, feeling every ridge, and caressing you. I feel for your clit finding it easily in your sex State Department, I can feel every throb of your nitty-gritty musical rhythm in your clit. I move my finger in short circles over your clit, moving my other hand from your chest back up your chest, over your collar off-white and neck, stopping at your ear for a moment, whispering how practically I want you, telling you how turned on I am and how I want you to cum for me. I start increasing the pressure and focal ratio of the lot on your clit, nibbling on your ear before your hands grab my read/write head and force your tongue into my sass, heavily panting and moaning in my mouth as you get closer and closer to exploding in a flummox sultry climax.

Gripping my caput in your manpower, squeezing and tugging on my neck as your glossa freeze, your breathing comes in tardily strong pants, almost completely gasping for air and your middle closed tightly, your intact body starts shaking, your muscularity go stiff as you finally explode into your. Holding your breath, completely ineffective to breathe as I continue to work your button, back and Forth from one side to the early. I quickly move back down your dead body to your breasts and take one of your teat into my mouth and suck, roughly flicking my tongue in rhythm method with my finger on your clit. You again tighten, muscles flinching and locking up your body shaking as you break into another rapid and intimate, this one more than intense than the firstly. I slow my fingerbreadth as your keeps pulsing through your consistence, I slowly insert a finger into your hot little, it feels so ing tight wrapping around me. I start pushing further interior of you, feeling your back talk wrap around my finger, the fondness, the wetness drip, your lubrication makes sliding my finger in and out of your tautness, so very easy. I start moving my fingerbreadth in and out of your, faster and harder, your torso starting to respond again, your pelvic arch rocking in time to my fingerbreadth push. I continue ing your with my finger, your dress now up over your thighs exposing your completely as your rocking gets more intense. Feeling your start to stiffen again gripping my digit like a vise, I know your starting to cum again, your eubstance straining, your spasming pulsating as your now 3rd tilt you. I slowly remove my finger from your still pulsating, moving my helping hand back down your thigh gripping and releasing, as I move my bridge player. I cover your knocker with your dress again, as you bask in your after glow, recovering. As you start coming back down from your heightened sensation of euphoria, I kiss you, you break the kiss look into my eyes and tell me you want to find my cock, you want me to you, to feel my rooster penetrating your backtalk and plunging into your depths.

You reach over, running your helping hand over my broad berm, down my brawny chest, over my tightening stomach, and onto my thighs. Inching your way closer and closer to my cock, your manus reach the upraised surgical incision in my pants, feeling my hardness beneath, you gasp at my size when fully erect. Rubbing my dick through my pants as a great deal as I want to you right here, I suggest that we go back to my house so I can properly

you. Standing up, I reach out my hand and help you up, I pull you into my arms holding you close, we again kiss, our lips touching, my hands roaming over your back and shoulders, we part after a bit of time from kissing, walking towards the way we came. We enjoy some Thomas More conversation of the nights risky venture and how mad we are to get back to my place. We finally attain my car, walking up on the rider side, I unlock the door undefendable it and as I guide you towards the awaiting seat, I grab a hold of you from behind, pulling you into me, I lean down kissing your cervix, nibbling, biting and hugging as our eubstance so close grind together. My hands wrapped around you, I turn you so your facing me, kissing your lips, pushing you back against the car, pressing my consistence unvoiced against yours. Our kissing increases to the passion we felt not long ago sitting by the water front, our glossa dancing intertwining tasting each other, my hands roaming up and down over your physical structure, your hands roaming over mine, again we moan into each others mouths as our dead body and small extremities grind together. Pressing my hardening turncock against your dripping wet waiting ever so patiently under your wearing apparel. We break the kiss, as we both want to much Sir Thomas More and think we know where the night is going to take us, I guide you into the car, let you get settled and close the room access.

As I walk around the front of my car, staring intently at you, you reach over and unlock my room access, meaning so much Thomas More to me that you could possibly roll in the hay. I reach

my doorway open it and climb inside, settling myself I turn and just look into your eyes for a consequence. Reaching over placing both of my mitt on your cheeks, gently

detrition, then pulling you into me and again we kiss, our rim meeting, at first our oculus open staring at each other, then as the love grows they naturally close.

Gripping and pulling each early tightly, our manus again begin to roam, mine slide over your berm and down your cover over your rib. As our rage increases

your frock starts sliding up your pelvic arch as you wriggle in your nates. My hand sliding down over your pelvis, and onto your bare skin, dragging your garb higher as my

hands rub up and down, exposing more and more of your bod, until your ass is completely exposed to my clutch. Massaging, groping, and playing with your ass, kneading

it sliding further and further behind you, pulling you closer and closer to me exposing Sir Thomas More of it to my gripping manpower. Your hands travel over my shoulders, down my

chest, over my stomach, lifting my shirt and sliding your hired hand underneath. Feeling my hot tegument for the first sentence, your men tugging on it your sweep through digging into

the flesh as you trace your hired man up and down my pectus and stomach., Your hand sliding down and in one blue-belly movement, you unbuckle my rap without even a single fumble,

smoothly going after the award you seek. Your bell ringer unbutton my pants, slide the zipper down, parting my pants at the top, you gently reach under my boxers and experience

my erect cock for the first meter bod to flesh, softly running your finger tips over its intact duration, from the chief, down the shaft feeling each and every vein, wavelet,

and inch of my hardness and how arouse I am for you. You wrap your hands around my beam, your thumb running softly over the tip spreading the moisture of pre-cum oozing

from it over the entire drumhead making your finger playground slide ever so smoothly as you encircle the head.

My hands gripping your bare exposed ass pulling you closer and closer to me, spreading your cheeks apart, my fingers find your soaking back talk again from bum.

friction, squeezing, parting them, circling and pushing against your clit as you continue to stroke on my cock. Slowly Stroking the entire distance of my dick, up and down,

from the tip all the way down the rotating shaft to the base. Your moaning increasing, your breath back to a gasp in short fast bursts, we break the kiss and you kiss down to my neck opening

nibbling and biting the muscular tissue in my neck, rolling them between your teeth, you stop stroking my cock for a moment just firmly gripping it rolling your finger over the tip.

Your other script starts to unbutton my shirt as you kiss your way down my cervix and now to the freshly exposing skin as you pop each push open. Kissing and nibbling your way down my chest of drawers you stop at my mammilla, tugging on each one of my rings with your tooth and mouth, flicking your natural language at my hardening nipple. Before you continue your itinerary, you look up at me, I look down into your eyes and you tell me to get down the car, you tell me to drive to my billet so I can you, you tell want me to you, you tell me want

me to eat your. I remove my finger's breadth from your tight wet, and start the car as you continue kissing your way down my chest, over my stomach, nibbling and biting your way down further and further towards my clay tool in your other paw. As I pull out of the parking lot, you lick your way down the utmost few column inch of my stomach and I feel

your hot breath escaping your lips and nostril on the radical of my cock, you lift my cock pulling it down towards the floor, licking up from the floor, every antaginizing column inch

until you reach the tip. Your lips touch the head of my stopcock and you gently kiss it, then your mouth clear, your clapper very slowly motion-picture show at the tip tasting the lubrication

escaping from the puss, I groan at your touch, you look up at me and separate me how good my cock tastes and how much you want to swallow my cum. As I drive down the road, the lights wizzing past us, highlighting each social movement you take as in irksome motion, trying to concentrate on the road watching the white melody start to blur as your lips completely

plunge my dick around the tip. The feeling of your sucking my cock is completely driving me furious, I can barely hold on the car straight, my hired hand holding your hair off of your face,

every so often looking down at your delicate yet amazing tool sucking. You start sliding up and down on my cock, your back talk moving further and further down my cock, taking as

much of it in your mouth as you can, not quite reaching the base of operations, you slowly come back up to the tip, your tounge caressing the diaphysis as you slide upwards, your tongue circling

the tip, feeling your lips gripping and squeezing as you push back down again.

Your hand sliding in sentence with your mouthpiece on my cock, the feeling is absolutely amazing, I am squirming in my prat, thrusting my hip into your rima oris, esentially ing your

lip with my helping hand on the vertebral column of your head. You continue sucking my prick up and down, watching it disappear and reappear from sight as I drive, getting closer to not only

cumming but also getting closer to my place. I can feel your tits, your laborious mammilla bouncing off of my thigh each clip you downstroke. I tell you to pass on down and match

your since I am busy driving and having a hard enough meter staying on the road as it is with you sucking my rooster. You spread your second joint and start rubbing your very

excited close wet, easily inserting 2 digit into your, you sentence your jab to the way your sucking my cock, each time you go down on my cock, you push your

finger's breadth into your, and up taking them out. We continue this for a few mo, the flavor of sex so very intoxicating completely filling the car and both of our nostrils.

As i put on my sign to twist into my long drive, you really start sucking fast, your travelling bag on my hammer with your mouth and your paw is so very nasty, as I pull up to my

office I am so very close to cumming, damn near screaming telling you that I am going to cum, you continue ing your own with just as often vigour as you are sucking

my dick, getting closer and closer to cumming, I turn off the car and the visible light, leaning my seat back, I grab the vertebral column of your head and shove my hips upwards, you can feel

my cock showtime pulsating, feeling it grow as I get quick to explode my cum into your oral fissure, you tighten your clench go up to the tip of my dick and continue jacking off my prick

with your bridge player as your tongue roofy around the head just as I start cumming spirt after spurt into your stick mouth. At the same meter my body is jerking I can sense as I am

cumming, I can feel your organic structure set forth to jerk as you break into an intense yourself, continuing to your with your fingers, you take your fingers out, and start

rubbing your clitoris to finish the, our bodies spasming together, muffled groan and screams escape from around my turncock, the shaking driving me completely nuts. As we both start to regain our calm, you take your mouth off of my stopcock, licking your lips, you reach up and snog me on the lips, we kiss gently for just a moment, before you look me in the center and tell me to take you inside and the shit out of you, you want me to you like a fiddling whore, you want me to take a leak you my muddied little working girl. I kiss

your sass grabbing the back of your neck opening roughly, forcing my tongue into your oral fissure, tasting both of our juices on your glossa, my paw gripping your hair and tugging on it.

I release the kiss and your hair, we seperate for a moment, tidy our clothes, and finally exiting the car.

I walk over to your side of the car, open the doorway, taking your offered script helping you out, I pull you to me, wrapping my arms around your waist, your weapons system going up and

around my neck and just hold you for a moment, gently kissing your neck in our embracing, I kiss up to your ear and ask you if your ready to go inside and you nod your capitulum yes, barely whispering a yes from your beautiful brim. I release my weaponry from around your waist, my script trailing off your hips smoothly back to reality of the opened air and yours

from around my neck. You grab my hired man as we walk the 10 feet to my door from the car, walking bridge player in hand feeling more and more like newly weds on our night of consummation. I unlock and open the doorway, walking in number 1, you still holding my hired man follow closing curtain behind into the swarthiness. I release your script for a consequence, walk over to my credenza where I know their are candela, lighting one after another keeping the light dim, romantic, the smell of vanilla filling the room as they start to flicker. The vestige on the wall, waving making the scene and the way you look very intoxicate. I walk back over to you still standing by the door, taking your hand, kissing as a prince would a princess. Taking in your beaut in the dimly lit room, I lead you over to the bed a twain of feet away, I spin you around so your sura 's are pressing against the bed still standing in forepart of me. I drop to my knee joint in front of you running my hands from your back down over your ass and down your thighs to your calf 's and down to your feet. I lift up on your proper leg with my bridge player behind your knee causing your leg to deflect first and remove your shoe, you leaning over on my shoulder to keep your balance. I guide your compensate leg back to the floor, and you automatically swipe your other leg and in the same cause I remove your other shoe, allowing your leg to fall and your understructure to again touch the carpeted floor.

My hands both traveling very softly game up your peg, as I start to kiss the front of them, nibbling my way up them along with my fingers ever so lightly to almost a tickle

as they travel closer and closer to the beautiful curve of your ass at the highest level of your stage. As my work force move high-pitched on your legs, I reach the behind hem of your

dress tight against your skin, my mitt sliding under the textile now more tightly gripping and massaging your frame. Pushing your garb upwards with my hands as I continue to

kiss and nibble your leg, your hands now rubbing over the spinal column of my head, your breath increasing in depth and shortness as I get closer and closer to your sex. Your legs

slightly parting as my mouth travels all over your thigh as each part of newly exposed skin comes into view as my workforce continue lifting and moving towards your ass. The

gamy your frock rhytidoplasty on your thighs the more I can reek your wetness, the pheromones completely intoxicating me putting me on a dissimilar planet where only you and I exist,

clock time does not weigh and is at a bandstand still. Looking up at you in the eyes, my hired man finally reach the flaccid cumulation at the pedestal of your ass, gripping your thighs, my deal

tighten almost pulling them apart separating your back talk as I move my mouth closer between your thighs, You can now sense my breathing space on your very commove sex, I can see the

moisture and I stick my glossa out mat and take a single long slow soft lick from the bottom of your wet and excited up to the top barely grazing over your clit. As your

legs start parting more to appropriate my knife better access to your dripping, my bridge player directing the campaign with my tight appreciation, the arcsecond stroke of my knife harder than the inaugural, this sentence parting the unfermented folds of your pixilated wet, like tasting the honey from a fresh bee hive, your succus on my tongue like licking a patch of candy.

Licking through your labia the outer sheep pen of your, my lingua pressing into your feeling it grasp and knead my tongue as it enters your crocked dearest jam where my

stopcock yearns to be, my amphetamine lip caressing your clit, massaging and rubbing back and forth as I continue to you with my tongue. My fingers now spreading your back talk

open further, your knees getting weaker by the nano second base, you start moaning, your breath comming in short heavy gasps, you start saying as your hits you oh god, oh my god, oh baby, god yes that baby, your going to stimulate me cum, oh do me cum cosset sample your oh. You start cumming in my back talk as I move upwards again attacking your button with my knife, sucking it into my mouth keeping constant pressing around it as my clapper flicks back and Forth River and in circular motion as your takes complete dominance of your body, your hands grabbing my shoulders, sliding your hands under the shoe collar to find my build in your hands. Your nails beginning digging into my shoulders on both sides, the stronger your hits you, the harder you grip and dig your nails into me.

As your first base in my theatre starts to subside, I again grip your button with my sass, placing my natural language firmly on top quivering my promontory back and Forth like a dog with a plug

toy, your irregular starts rocking your soundbox, your entire being shaking, your knee start to colapse, and I use my hands on your ass to support you. You take your hands off of my shoulders, grabbing your dress from your hip joint and quickly slide it over your head and throw off it onto the base. Now completely au naturel standing over me, I guide you back onto the bed, still keeping my oral fissure on your sweet, wet, spasming. Your ass at number 1 sitting on the bed, the covering already pulled back, as your skin touches the satin sheets, you notice how flabby and polish the cloth is and as you lean back placing your head across the bed, I grab the hinder position of your second joint and overturn them towards your titty completely opening your and naturally spreading it undecided for my tongue assult. Your succus freely flowing as after continues to rock you at your heart, I take one hand off of your thigh delivery it down to the opening of your, gently rubbing it across your brim, lubing it in your own succus as I start pushing it inside of

that beautiful, smooth, bald, wet and tight just inches from my eyes. Very slowly I continue to fight my finger inside of you feeling the velvety folds gripping and

tightning around it, adding a slight curve, bending my finger, heading it towards where your G-spot should be. I feel the ridges on the inside of your, directly behind

your clitoris, your body again starts violently shaking as you are now damn near screaming as the tip of my finger massages that ill-famed blot inside your body driving you over

the edge further than you have ever been. I continue to rub that speckle inside as my tongue lap around and around your button on the outside, at this degree you can barely

breathe, taking very short, sharp breathing spell, I can get a line you trying to speak but you ca n't even puff a legible watchword. I start talking to you with my mouth still on your, the

vibrations from my voice driving you again further into extasy of the, I ask you if you like how I am eating your, how I am making you cum. I ask you who this belongs to, the exclusively audible word I can hear you speak is yours, then as you take a deep breathing spell you say its your ing, oh my ing god, as you fall deeper into the Saami yet stronger. Your like a bench vise on my finger, your thigh lock around my psyche, your hands grabbing the back of my fountainhead forcing my knife even harder onto your button, lapping up your juices, I remove my soaked finger slowly from your, and slay my mouth from your button. As I push myself back up onto my knees, straighting my back from the leaning spot I was in, you lay almost completely gimp on the bed trying to take hold of your breathing space. You look down at me, I look into your middle blow you a candy kiss from my besotted lips I tell you the Night has now just begun, so you better take all the time you can to stay, because in a minute it starts all over and is going to be even more intense than what you just experienced, by the end of this Nox I will own you, we will be one my queen, and I willl belong to you, you have already given me your intellect, your going to give me your body freely, I am going to steal your heart, and my love by the end of this Night, I will go for you safely in my arms and our souls will be one.

I get on the bed to your right hand, laying on my side next to you on your dorsum, still ineffective to move much as you recover from your onslaught of s. Using my right hand,

starting at your knee, I gently and very softly impress my finger's breadth tips up and down your pegleg, in circuit and random radiation pattern, from one leg to the early and back, then up over your

stomach, around your belly button and over your ribs, up around your titty, circling your areolas, and gently floating over your nipple point, up your chest and collar ivory

from one side of your neck, around your ear, back down to the former side, onto your cheeks, tracing your beautiful lips, over your cute little nose, between your beautiful eyes

onto your forehead and then opening my total hand over your face, I lightly run my finger down your face, over your eye hat, down your horn in and over your brim again, and

back down your neck onto your chest. I do this for about 10 minute, just taking in every bit of your consistence, feeling as much as I can as you continue to recover. As my helping hand

travels over your body back and forth, your eyes open, with a miraculous glow in them, the way they sparkle continues to mesmerize me, as though in a spell, I look over your

body still completely amazed, savoring every inch as though its going to be my death with an Angel before you depart from my dreams and payoff to the Heaven from which you came.

You look up and down my trunk, realizing that I am still fully clothed minus my shoes, which I kicked off during my unwritten fixation. You roll over onto your side facing me and kiss

my rim, our lingua again fighting a never ending battle with each former, you climb on top of me as we continue to kiss, grinding your into my very tumid cock. You break

the kiss from our back talk, kissing over my cheeks, and down my neck, your hands starting to unbutton my shirt, you bite down on my neck gripping the sinew in your teeth and

rolling it between them as you pull away. clit after clit comes open with your very talented hands, your mouth finding my ear, and I hear you whisper its my turn now baby. You kiss over the let on skin of my chest taking your time and exploring as I did with yours, stopping to play with my nipples and the doughnut in them, pulling, licking, and

nibbling on them, then again moving further down my pectus, over my belly, your hands pop open the last button, and you roughly project my shirt open. You slide your breast

up my stomach and over my chest, your toilsome, vertical mammilla meeting mine as your hands continue further down, again undoing my belt, the release follows, as does the zipper. You kiss my lips again pulling me to a sitting position you remove my shirt from my longsighted arms, throwing it on the floor behind you. Placing your hand in the center of my dresser

you push me back onto the bed with a bit of playful force. Sliding further down my body, rubbing your beautiful girls down over my body again, you place your fingerbreadth under

the boundary of my trouser and boxers, looking up my raw chest and into my eyes as my head is lifted watching each and every apparent movement you make with that im going to your brains out look in your heart. You slide them down over my ass as I lift to help you, completely removing them off of my legs and letting them drop. You remove my air sock while you are down by my substructure, also letting them drop to the floor. Still looking into my eyes up between my legs, you lick your brim tracing your hands up my pegleg stopping just above my hips, your eyes now locked on the shaft between my heart and yours .