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Styles Jan 2
I love to touch her, feel her heat,
Thick swollen lips, a velvet treat.
Wetness drips, her desire flows,
A plump peach ripe, her passion shows.

My fingers trace her warmth, her weight,
A grounding moment, a timeless state.
Hard as stone, my body yearns,
For her embrace, where pleasure burns.

Her **** glistens, kissed by spit,
A spark ignites, a perfect fit.
My tongue explores, her hips collide,
She rides the waves, a shifting tide.

Tiny circles, electric, divine,
Our bodies melt, our souls align.
Mesmerized by this blazing fire,
A moment of heat, raw and entire.
Styles Jan 2
I love how she consumes me,
Splitting wide open, raw, and free.
Mouth filled, ***** stretched, *** claimed by me
A fire inside, untamed, unashamed.
The weight of me, heavy, pressing down,
My **** drives deep, where pleasure drowns.
A playful roleplay dance, a struggle, all right,
Bodies tangled, lost in the night.
Hips slamming, flesh colliding,
Wet rhythms, primal, abiding.
The air thick with sweat and desire,
A musk of ***, a smoldering fire.
I claims her, filling her with my trace,
A carnal imprint, an untamed embrace.
Deep within my essence lingers,
Written by my soul, your body encased!
Styles Jan 2
I love to touch her ***** and feel her thick swollen lips slip between my fingers. Tips, drip, with her wetness, thick drools drip, from her plump peach lips, ripe with desire.

Tracing the edge of her warmth, feeling the weight of them on my fingers - the sensation, grounds me into the moment. Present I am, hard as a rock, my ****, aches for her warmth, wrapped round, like a blanket of pleasure.

Her ****, lit with my spit, glistening in the light, my tongue and the tip unit - sending shockwaves through her hips, my tongue she rides - like tides, I wave my wet tip, around her little ****, tiny circles electrify it. I’m mesmerized by the heat of the moment, its tantalizing.
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 Jan 2
I took my time, teasing slow,
her body writhing, letting go.
Four times she came, her body still wanting more.
she wasn’t even close to finished—I sensed allure.

She pushed me back, desire in her eyes,
took me in her mouth, no surprise.
Tongue in rhythm, perfect, precise,
the intensity hit like lightning, thrice.

When I came, she didn’t relent,
milking every drop, her gaze, her intent.
More than I knew I could ever need,
spent beside her, fulfilled indeed.

That night is one I’ll never forget,
Her hunger matched, no regret.
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.
Styles Dec 2024
The way her body pulls me in,
a velvet vice, where we begin,
heat rising fast, I lose control,
her depths consume my very soul.

Each pulse, each throb, a final plea,
to fill her with all that’s left of me,
a flood of fire, molten, wild,
claiming her like Earth claims the Nile.

Her thighs, a canvas, streaked and wet,
our lust’s reminder, can’t forget,
the trails we leave, the mess we make,
the way she trembles, the way we quake.

She moves, and every step’s a tease,
her warmth, my mark, between her knees,
she holds me there, a living shrine,
to moments shared, her body mine.

And when she whispers, low and true,
"I’m still yours, I feel it too,"
the world dissolves, just her and me,
lost in the tide of ecstasy.
Styles Dec 2024
No teasing, no wait, just pure delight,
I take him in, my mouth grips tight.
My tongue glides slow, tracing his head,
Feeling him throb as my hunger’s fed.

The taste of him lingers, salty and raw,
My lips move steady, without a flaw.
Up and down, two strokes in a row,
My hands explore him, my passion on show.

I stroke his shaft, cradle his need,
******* him deep, fulfilling his greed.
His moans grow louder, his breath a cry,
His hips buck wildly, reaching the sky.

Wanting, needing, his control is gone,
I take him deeper, until he’s undone.
Styles Nov 2024
I love you; the words ignite my flame,
A fire that trembles at your very name.
I need you—no gentle, whispered plea,
But a raw, unyielding ache in me.

Break me, shatter my fragile control,
Take every piece, every part, every whole.
Your hands, your will, your unspoken art,
Molding desire, commanding my heart.

No apologies, no regret, no retreat,
Just the rhythm of us, untamed, complete.
I surrender, willingly, to your call,
I love you, I need you—to take it all
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