I trace the curvature of her body with my hands as she wraps her legs around my waist.
Her tongue quivers while I explore areas where the natural garden lies.
-Back arches in reaction to my touch igniting swift movements & pleasure
-Entrance rhythmic motion from the depths of our love emerging as we mirror passion through twists & turns
-Pushing me to realize that I’m finding myself in the reflection of her dark brown eyes.
Come make me feel sane baby
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
I trace the curvature of her body with my hands as she wraps her legs around my waist.
Her tongue quivers while I explore areas where the natural garden lies.
-Back arches in reaction to my touch igniting swift movements & pleasure
-Entrance rhythmic motion from the depths of our love emerging as we mirror passion through twists & turns
-Pushing me to realize that I’m finding myself in the reflection of her dark brown eyes.
Come make me feel sane baby
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