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viewing naked body in mirror as if, its not my own; at my age I sometimes wonder, am I still desirable in his eyes? breast are firm, buttocks tight, shapely legs; thigh to ankle toned to wrap around his sinewy waist. belly flat, waist trim, he sneaks up behind; warm lips to nape, his subtle bait to taste me, it's never to late. tongue between breast, I know now as I gaze into those baby browns, I've found my answer. *** appeal is still renown, it shows in his eyes; as I sigh from his touch, ummm!! his lovings never too much. ******* taut from his touch, tongue upon belly and navel; laying on the table, flickers my jewel; making me mewl. purring like a kitten, lapping up my milk; tongue feels like silk, in and out licking; love how he keeps me ticking...yes!!! parting lips; warmly I dip, lightly I sip upon blooming mushroom; pulsating in reddened abloom, spillage slowly from his plume...sweet finger tracing veins poppin', allowing throb to easily drop in; nice and slow watching manhood grow like a framed Van Gogh...he flows ****** self-confidence I'm convinced watching him grow long and dense; taking in every inch, winching in delicious pleasure; his desired measure...sexually self-confident soaped and lathered in wetness
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Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 2:55 AM UTC
Sexually Self-Confident
viewing naked body in mirror as if, its not my own; at my age I sometimes wonder, am I still desirable in his eyes? breast are firm, buttocks tight, shapely legs; thigh to ankle toned to wrap around his sinewy waist. belly flat, waist trim, he sneaks up behind; warm lips to nape, his subtle bait to taste me, it's never to late. tongue between breast, I know now as I gaze into those baby browns, I've found my answer. *** appeal is still renown, it shows in his eyes; as I sigh from his touch, ummm!! his lovings never too much. ******* taut from his touch, tongue upon belly and navel; laying on the table, flickers my jewel; making me mewl. purring like a kitten, lapping up my milk; tongue feels like silk, in and out licking; love how he keeps me ticking...yes!!! parting lips; warmly I dip, lightly I sip upon blooming mushroom; pulsating in reddened abloom, spillage slowly from his plume...sweet finger tracing veins poppin', allowing throb to easily drop in; nice and slow watching manhood grow like a framed Van Gogh...he flows ****** self-confidence I'm convinced watching him grow long and dense; taking in every inch, winching in delicious pleasure; his desired measure...sexually self-confident soaped and lathered in wetness
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Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 2:55 AM UTC
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