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I watch him; beneath veiled stare, calming his visible quivers; as he masks desire in slow breaths, lips tremble beggary evident with tease tongue flicks awaiting a scintilla of moisture; I squirm in anticipation, he's on his knees, eyes light up with devourment ache arises with heat of yearn; tongue brushes skin; teeth nibble and breath quickens snaring me within ecstasies storm captured within his gaze, one finger slowly outlines lips as hand travels length of thigh slowly enticing, hornily inviting as muskiness enthralls and... I become addicted to his slow teasing; every curve finger lollygags easing them one at a time in creamy deluge; to mouth I bring them tasting me frenzied... screaming his name as tip of tongue finds my ache begging for release; lust filled moans escape, arching against his throb; rising hips, meeting each ****** piercing... deeper, letting him in; riding his rhythm; ignited in his burn, drawn into sweet ecstasy surrendering... in slow motion... loved profoundly... watching him sultrily... hunger no longer veiled...
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC
Veiled Hunger
I watch him; beneath veiled stare, calming his visible quivers; as he masks desire in slow breaths, lips tremble beggary evident with tease tongue flicks awaiting a scintilla of moisture; I squirm in anticipation, he's on his knees, eyes light up with devourment ache arises with heat of yearn; tongue brushes skin; teeth nibble and breath quickens snaring me within ecstasies storm captured within his gaze, one finger slowly outlines lips as hand travels length of thigh slowly enticing, hornily inviting as muskiness enthralls and... I become addicted to his slow teasing; every curve finger lollygags easing them one at a time in creamy deluge; to mouth I bring them tasting me frenzied... screaming his name as tip of tongue finds my ache begging for release; lust filled moans escape, arching against his throb; rising hips, meeting each ****** piercing... deeper, letting him in; riding his rhythm; ignited in his burn, drawn into sweet ecstasy surrendering... in slow motion... loved profoundly... watching him sultrily... hunger no longer veiled...
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debra-a-baugh
American
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC
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