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Styles 3d
Don’t make a sound, let’s keep it tight,
Going for another round deep in the night.
No stopping now, we’re caught in the flow,
Starting at the bottom, then up we go.

Now she’s on top, like she’s thought of it all,
Commanding the rhythm, answering the call.
Our bodies grind, a primal beat,
Hearts racing fast, locked in the heat.

She rides me hard, no slowing pace,
Pushing me deeper in this endless race.
We **** through the breaks, no stopping, no running,
Her body ignites like she’s truly becoming.

Until she lets go, her essence released,
Her cries a crescendo, the passion increased.
Her ***** running, a flood so pure,
A fever of pleasure, nothing demure.

Round after round, no end in sight,
Two souls entwined in the depth of the night.
Every motion, every ****** so profound,
We’re lost in this dance, until we’re both drowned.
Styles 3d
Her mesh dress, sheer, a daring art,
Igniting chaos within my heart.
A bronzed goddess, beauty untamed,
Sculpted grace, temptation named.

Her presence stirred my soul to roam,
Transporting thoughts far from home.
Her lips, a sip of heady delight,
Her sway, a beacon in the night.

Magnetic, profound, her spell takes hold,
A force too strong, too bold to withhold.
No retreat, no turning away,
Her allure commands, I’m here to stay.

Entangled deep, resistance fades,
In her spell, all reason sways.
An odyssey begins, passion’s fire ignites,
A journey endless through starry nights.
Styles 3d
I want to tease with touches slight,
A gentle spark that feels so right.
Moments shared, just you and me,
A journey into intimacy.

We’ll talk, we’ll learn, we’ll wonder still,
Discovering depths that time won’t ****.
Each touch a whisper, soft yet bold,
A story of passion waiting to be told.

Those moments when we can’t let go,
The fire between us starts to grow.
No space, no pause, no need to part,
Just the rhythm of two beating hearts.

Let the connection pull us near,
In a world where only we appear.
Lost in touches, sweet and true,
I’ll learn you, and you’ll learn me too.
Styles 3d
I want to tease with touches light,
To spark a fire deep in the night.
Moments shared, where hearts explore,
Each one leaves us craving more.

Let’s wonder, talk, and learn anew,
Discovering depths of me and you.
Touches that linger, driving us mad,
Moments that feel too good to be had.

A bond so strong, we can’t let go,
A connection deeper than we’ll ever know.
No need to stop, no need to part,
Just endless passion, heart to heart.
Styles 4d
Let my fingers trace her skin,
Carving paths only we’ve been in.
Lose yourself as we collide,
To find each other deep inside.

My tongue a poet, her body the page,
Writing verses of passion, igniting a stage.
Kissing her hard, left bruises remain,
Her pleasures ache within pain.

Taste her need as she she take mine too,
In a desperate dance, raw and true.
Not softly, not shyly, but we play it safe,
Marking her boldly with our embrace.

Take me like freedom’s last fleeting call,
Break me apart, but rebuild it all.
I don’t want careful—I crave divine,
An unforgettable chaos where our souls align.
Styles 5d
Let my words trace your silhouette,
a phantom’s caress, lingering yet.
Each syllable a brush of desire,
kindling sparks, igniting fire.

Lines flow like molten gold,
writing secrets your skin won’t withhold.
Every curve, every plane,
etched in whispers that call your name.

They cascade down, slow and sure,
filling spaces you long to endure.
A tempest builds, fierce and untamed,
branding softly, your soul renamed.

Breathless heat, a searing tide,
our untold story where passions collide.
My words, a map, a lover’s art,
binding you fast, heart to heart.
Styles 7d
Let my words run down your body,
Wrap around you, branding softly.
Fingerprint trails, smoke rising thin,
Sizzling heat under your skin.

Scorching my path, marking the line,
Each touch whispers, "You are mine."
Styles Jan 2
I trace her swollen lips with my fingers, feeling the slick warmth as her wetness drips, thick and inviting. Each delicate droplet clings to her soft, plump curves, her body ripe with unspoken need. My touch lingers, savoring the weight and the heat, grounding me in the raw intimacy of the moment. Every nerve in my body hums with desire, my **** hard and aching, desperate for the warmth that only she can provide—a blanket of pure ecstasy.

Her **** glistens, kissed by my spit, a delicate pearl shimmering in the dim light. My tongue dances around her sensitive tip, teasing, tracing tiny circles that spark pleasure through her body like waves crashing against the shore. She moves with me, riding the rhythm, each flick of my tongue sending her hips into a frenzy. The heat between us is magnetic, every breath and motion charged, tantalizing and electric.
Styles Jan 2
Persuading your body,
in ways you can’t escape,
you’re helpless under the power of my touch.
I caress every inch,
leaving memories that haunt your flesh,
moments replaying in your mind,
as our bodies unite.
Styles Dec 2024
Fingers trace the lines of her form,
Each touch ignites a pulsing storm.
In every curve, a secret lies,
In every sigh, our passion flies.

The quiet tremor, a thrilling ache,
Her body whispers, mine to take.
I find my fire where her warmth begins,
In this tender dance, beneath her skin.

A flood of heat, a claiming tide,
Her hips, a rhythm I can’t deny.
Each breath she takes, a soft command,
As I lose myself in her demand.

The world fades out, just her and me,
Bound by desire’s gravity.
In every pulse, a story flows,
In every moment, our hunger grows.
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