P*S*Y THROB, by StrawberryStud
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Resting on the cushions of my fondest memories. My thoughts
flowed through my body and disturbed some things.
Visions came and went as I tossed and turned. These stills
from my past made my body yearn.
She on top of me with every stitch of clothing. When I
closed my eyes the feeling was uncontrolling.
No skin to skin contact but that of our hands and lips. As
we inhaled one another, we couldn`t control our hips.
Lips never parted for the slightest touch of air. No need to
strip, in my mind she was already bare.
Nothing but heat yet our bodies would shiver. The dampness
felt between felt between us would`ve created rivers.
The pillows had rolled, and now I on top of her. I opened my
eyes but all I could see was blur.
A discnfiguration in all of my surroundings. Yet when my
lids rested, I had begun my mounting.
I felt her breast pressed up against mine. The feeling was
more intense because of the arch in her spine.
She sucked on my bottom lip, and I felt her tongue ring. The
submission I was in made me want to just scream.
I couldn`t take anymore, I was ready to explode. But it felt
so good to be at that point, and so I didn`t release the
flow. Her body let me know we were on the same track. When
she let out that moan, she was ready to climax.
I had just the right tool for the job. And I was more than
ready to put in work when I felt her p*s*y throb.
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Posted: 2006-01-23 21:32:40 UTC |
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2008-05-15 23:08:07 | Nora Eason |
that was a hot one. were you h**ny when you wrote that one? |