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Lips pressed gently again soft sweetly scented skin the first flush of spring begging to be taken it the tasting of his kiss teeth slowly grazing untouched flesh teasing the stone with tongue from wetted peach juice warm and sticky drips from eager excited lips in rivulets of pure unsweetened pleasure tongue moves faster as mouth ***** hard drinking deep each droplet inhaling with each intake of breath the waft of summer meadows where lovers lay and shared forbidden fruits from scrumpied trees as here now I taste once more the heady bouquet of love wrapped up in lustful decadence of greed and avarice your pain my pleasure your gift my gain as spittle from my or' excited tongue mixes callously with the spiced perfume of your open petals sedating only my thirst but not my hunger...
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
Food For Wicked Thoughts. ( sensual )
Lips pressed gently again soft sweetly scented skin the first flush of spring begging to be taken it the tasting of his kiss teeth slowly grazing untouched flesh teasing the stone with tongue from wetted peach juice warm and sticky drips from eager excited lips in rivulets of pure unsweetened pleasure tongue moves faster as mouth ***** hard drinking deep each droplet inhaling with each intake of breath the waft of summer meadows where lovers lay and shared forbidden fruits from scrumpied trees as here now I taste once more the heady bouquet of love wrapped up in lustful decadence of greed and avarice your pain my pleasure your gift my gain as spittle from my or' excited tongue mixes callously with the spiced perfume of your open petals sedating only my thirst but not my hunger...
I'm eating a peach ;) honest I am
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
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