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Feb 2014
Their hearts are racing as their eyes lock, the car’s parked in front of The Last Stop Motel. They both know the plan, but their lips won't tell, they just stare into each other’s souls as they exhale. 1 black bag reveals a vial filled with their desires an hour of love and an eternity of mystics. One hour filled with passion, lamps crashing, to the floor, moans mixed with laughing. His **** swelling inside her and smashing against her walls, as her body slides abruptly against the wall, Faint sirens in the distance, but they feel its fate that they end it. The crime sprees and hiding deep within the trees, where the police can’t find them but their families can’t either, so he hides himself in her so deep she wants more even though that it hurts. The pains of life and pleasures of ***. Ooo she loves it when he ***** on her neck, she says he does it the best. Because when she can feel him inside her its like they connect. The cops draw closer as she rides far away, Her hips are moving in a circular motion and she gives it all she can, because she doesn’t when the potion is going to bring her to end, Sweat drips off her body on to him, he can taste the lust on her skin, he lifts her up, and sticks his tongue. Licks his name all over her flower, and grips her *** with so much power. She’s on the fast track to ecstasy, and neither one of them knows if its been close to an hour. And it doesn’t matter because her life right now is trying to hit her peak and she just might right now as his finger slips in between her cheeks. He prods around the **** hole as she pour out her soul all over the sheets. He flips her on her stomach she tries to say something but he interrupts with don’t speak. They lock eyes again and see that desire again so he know she longs for him to go deep. He slaps her *** and spreads her cheeks then licks her ***** all the way up and between her *** cheeks. Slaps his **** on her **** then rubs in some spit and jams it in softly. Wraps her hair around his hand pull backs and pelvic ****** forward and makes the bed creek. He gets into the rhythm then synchronizes with her heart beat. Thump, Thump, Bump, and Bump. Her insides are so good it raises him off his feet  So sweet like honey bees and this love seems to make time last. Even though he continues to **** her fast and slap her ***, until he feels her walls tighten around his **** and nectar pushing out of it. Her legs quivered and her tone is not none known to man the great elation of the ******* science has yet to understand. The door bust open as he bust over her ovaries, the swat team staring thinking how lucky is he. Then They drop in to darkness falling asleep both knowing this is how it was meant to be.
Jay Bryant
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Jay Bryant
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