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soft and wet
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soft and wet My eyes took you all in, making small love to every facet of you. The eyes I wore were that of glutton, of a gaping pervert. The time for composure and the restraint that society brainwashes men so they can function in decent society had passed. The human Peter part of me closed my eyes. The human animal part of man opened them again. You were melting, how shy you were. Moisture slipped down from the top of you to the bottom and all around. The air was perfumed with your aroma, mixing with the musk coming off of me so that every solitary aspect of us was joined. I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat. You dripped but not away from me, succumbing to my<b> expert </font></b>tongue. Your body stopped moving away in automatic reaction and instead flowed into me. I could taste your femininity from my lips to the back of my tongue. Never too fast Never to slow. Just…… …..right. Passion speeds up, and what virgins and fools don’t know, one of most closely guarded secrets of perfect lovemaking and oral foreplay is that multiple orgasms are not hot. They are cold. Warmer than the hottest fire. Colder than the coldest night. But it is cold. And I´m just another snowman. Standing in the rain and sleet, who loved you with his frozen love. And every time I gasp for air I take you down further into the alternate dimension that female orgasm is, beyond what males could ever feel or understand. There is less of you, but there is more of ME. You are taking me further with each taste of your sweet syrup. Dripping down to my jaw and mixing with my sweat. Faster White hot Almost too much…. How good that feels, how sweet. My mirror twin, my next of kin, I´d know you in any of my dreams. And who but you would take me here. And then there is nothing of you…. Panting and ravished. I dry my mouth off. And leave 5 dollars tip for my waitress  |
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