Divorced thighs.. lips Swelled prepped to resist my goodbye...
Constricted hello's while I play peek aboo with her insides... her breast dance to the melody's played when satisfaction stops to say hi...
I love her music, encouragement for our momentary desires to continue fusing..... Her ****** brewing, intimate temperatures beg sensation to convert into fluid, her appreciation oozing...
waste that demands a volume increase in her music while her legs mimic the speech of someone in need of a pronunciation improvement... Her stomach too friended that stuttering movement.... Excitement's introduction to the lungs is a bit confusing altering the amount of air needed and what the body loses
I love her music...
Soundtracks of lust play from our bodies as we continue this bonded movement... her tones, multi pitched moans mixed with the bathing sound of her ocean cruising... our boats collide lending us such blissful bruisings, smooth sailing..... her unlimited supply of friction proofing