A woman in my grasp, our flesh together, firm tits caress my tongue.
Her smile flashes. Then our mouths a wrestling match, saliva our
ambrosia. Lips merge.
Licking nipples that are granite. l tickle her entrance with my legs
chains around hers. l rise up my hands and torso a tripod as we thrust.
My aching arms as she reacts. Push, Jesus. push harder. Then she prays
as we collapse into our fluids. A couple knocking at love's door.
Tomorrow our goodbyes.
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Author:
JDB (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 26th, 2025 23:08
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Comments1
This write starts on erotic and quickly erupts into sexual. Its sensual and erroneous wording is a flash fire that burns to embers at the end.
A little wandering occurs with the usual and initial diplomacy. The woman in my arms also only wanted a dalliance. Thank you for your sharp insight.
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