Kisses trailing through her tummy
Like a road to her soul
As the room fill with soft moans
And the temperature begins to rise
He is leaving pieces himself inside of her
Just by planting gentle kisses on her wet *****
She can’t resist, she can’t beg for him to stop
Even with the knowing that all he’s going to do is finish then leave
She continues to leave pieces of herself to him
When he is just *******, she is making love
“I want this to stop.” She quietly moans, as he is beginning to go inside of her
She is hot, as soaking wet
She knows she wants him, her body craves him inside of her
But she wants to be more than just a quick bust
As he stops, he chuckles to himself
“Do you really want to stop?” He questions her
She bites her lip, as she slowly shakes her head no
And plants a kiss on his lips, opening her legs begging for him to enter
His. I am forever his. No matter how hard I try to resist his lust, I will always end up opening my thighs. I can’t help but love it as he slowly enters me. I can’t lie, I can’t lie and say I don’t want him. I enjoy the slow sloppy thrusts, the messy wet kisses, and the music we make with our moans. He isn’t mine, not at all. But I am his, my soul is his, my ****** aura is his. I can’t help it, he keeps me wet and broken.