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1st Round Slow

Updated on October 23, 2014

African essential...

Touch of luck...

Fragrance to set the setting...

Essence to cause a blood rush...

Body like no other...

Style of her own...

First objective on mind is to get you home...

Sex with romance...

Sometimes usually start by the phone...

Second chance of sex with romance...

Goal is to get you to moan...

Sweet brown chocolate...

To fine to nibble...

To good to release...

Starting with moans to light screams...

Gripping the king bed sheets...

Making love language...

Translation...

I get please....

Please...

Don't cease...

Babe please...

Please...

Don't cease...

Until our ends meet...

Gentle kisses on your chest...

Strokes long and slow...

Legs just tremble...

Echoes are our music...

Heart beats increase the tempo...

Orgasm back to back...

She claims this is not how her body usually reacts...

Estimating five in a row...

Her thighs have a consistent grasp on my hips...

I slide my tongue from her neck to her lips going with the flow...

She weakens and let loose...

Bad choice because now I'm going below...

Don't waste the berries...

Wine from the finest...

And when it's over...

I still sip on mo' …

She calls me...

Mr. Love to love her...

Second round goes on for hours...

This time...

Let's not take it slow...


NoV'eD the Novelist


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Registered :: 2014-09-29 20:32:29


Posted by Sweetlocs - August 29, 2012
Posted by Sweetlocs - August 29, 2012 | Source

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