As I step into the shower stream the water trickles down my body
Thinking of our last encounter I’m ready to get naughty.
I close my eyes and imagine that you’re here
My body responds with chills as if you were near.
I imagine that you lips and hands replace the constant stream,
With your mouth kissing my neck and your fingers caressing my **** makes me want to scream.
The moisture is increasing by the second
The more you kiss and rub the more my ****** beckons.
I arch my neck and by back
You bite down on my neck and give my *** a smack.
One deep breath and a bite of my bottom lip,
I let loose and all this moisture started to drip.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
As I step into the shower stream the water trickles down my body
Thinking of our last encounter I’m ready to get naughty.
I close my eyes and imagine that you’re here
My body responds with chills as if you were near.
I imagine that you lips and hands replace the constant stream,
With your mouth kissing my neck and your fingers caressing my **** makes me want to scream.
The moisture is increasing by the second
The more you kiss and rub the more my ****** beckons.
I arch my neck and by back
You bite down on my neck and give my *** a smack.
One deep breath and a bite of my bottom lip,
I let loose and all this moisture started to drip.
for him...
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