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May 2019
Dripping wet, like the rain fell,
Hearing her sweet moans, ringing my ear bells.
Kisses long and kisses tongue,
She lick my lips and then worked her way down.
Going deep, it tickles when it touches her teeth,
Me going in her throat, and she's not on her feet.

Back and forth, she won't stop or cut time short,
She wants all to because its sweet and if I ***, she wants all to eat.
Licking the tip, her tongue work makes me grip,
And at times I hold her head, so her guidance is well lead,
Stroking ib all makes her smile so I know she was well fed.

Then why sit, so we stand with hands in hands,
Hands crawling up her sides, touching and squeezing her breast,
Her left hand on my **** and the next hand on my chest.
So passionate and slow, I couldn't feel my toes,
Until she was done eating her snack and it was time to go.

Not going nowhere, but dowb in her dress.
So my hands slip from her breast down where it's wet,
Fingers down and deep inside what's mine, so warm and hot.
Kissing her and touching her ****, I thought that's the furthest we would have got.

But quess what's next, after all teasing and hex,
******* drop and she start begging for ***,
No hurry but with ease, a connection with my sides and her knees.
When I lift her in the air, she said daddy **** me please.

Enter with caution, and taking it out slow,
Then an intense feeling suddenly began to flow,
First from ease then speed and pace as soon as we know,
Cumed once then she was down, *** all over even on the ground.
So a little wipe off then I turned her around.

Now she's short, so I had to stoop a bit,
But it never stop me from going deep in it.
Stroking from the back, and seeing her face expressions.
She looked so cute everytime it went in, it's like intermission.

It took a while, ****** her good, but more time would have made her smiled,
*** all on her clothes and some dripped on the tile.
Dripping wet like the running pipe.
Taking my last strokes, real wet and warm no joke.
Freaky looks staring at each other, without a note,
With smiles on our faces and no words were spoke.

I wish we had more time, just to kiss abd grind,
But it was time to go, leaving all that teasing and memory behind,
Can't wait for next time and I hope it's a longer time,
So more can happen and so I can see her climb.
Zion Jameel Nicholai Samuel
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Zion Jameel Nicholai Samuel  24/M/Enslaved abyss
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