We Were All Naked And
I Was Convinced That
Anything That Is Except
I Was I Believed Still
Tonight Would Tell If
I Considered The Possibility
| A high wail comes from your throat and your hips rise again from the couch, moving against your thrusting hand. When your finger makes contact, your push your hips off of the cushion, straining to increase the feeling of the black satin on the seat of your pleasure.
You rub slowly and whine deep in your throat. The feelings you are generating in yourself finally overcome you and you slowly sink to sit on the couch. You continue to kiss your own tits as you sit, your legs pushed wide apart, displaying the wet interior of your pussy.
My own mouth is dry, excited at the spectacle of your sensuality. I want to relieve the hot pressure in my flesh but also want desperately to play out this scenario. I don't want it to end too soon, but I am impatient to see the next act. You want to feel my tongue lashing at those dark wrinkled tips. You want to feel my mouth sucking the tender weight of you, getting you wet, making you hot. I watch as you work your mouth over your own flesh, moaning softly, your eyes closed.
I Was Convinced That
Anything That Is Except
I Was I Believed Still
Tonight Would Tell If
I Considered The Possibility
I Slowly Stood Climbed
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