The Sweetest Flower in Bloom, by Austin Hoehn Subscribe to rss feed for Austin Hoehn

Kissing her lips,
our tongues dancing the wild tango.
Sweet songs of pleasure fill the air
along with the sweet smell of her essence, like  roses in
bloom.
Her body pulsing as I lick her sweet nectar.
I reach up and massage her breast, brushing over her
nipples.
Her moaning sighs get stronger as I slide my fingers insider
her.
Sucking her nipples while playing with her flower below.
Her back arches as she pushes down on the bed with her
hands.
As she starts to hit the moment’s climax, I move down her
body dragging my fingers down her center, then suck up her
sweetness, savoring each drop.
I want more, until I see her with her eyes closed, so
peaceful, so sweet.
I go and lay next to her, body still twitching and pull her
in tight as hold her and  kiss her good night.
Posted: 2009-09-07 06:11:01 UTC

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