Late night conversation... Has your mind racing; thoughts of us caressing... Deep intense penetration, your breath being taken... As well as your frame; too its max limits as you moan out my name, hesitation to make a move as you crave satisfaction; As your hands move down performing a circling action, of sexual gratification... Fingers masterbating to my words; As I tell you I want to give your body all and more than it deserves, What it yearns... What it needs... All it has to have; Feeling the wetness of your body seeping down into your ass, Nipples so hard... Caught up in being affectionate; Your body pulsating... Jumping... Ready to submit, Explode in a way thats solid and strong; That causes you to lose yourself... Search for things to hold on, excitation of defeat taking over you mentally; As physically your ready to do nothing but submit, One hand gripping your breast as your body glides; Grinding a lot faster to the finger movement inside, Your eyes rolling back... Legs spread wide; Picturing me locked between your thighs, My voice in your ear... Chest in your face; The activity of me thrusting at an accelerating pace, intoxicating overall as you can't do nothing but pant; no longer in control... Its like your body is in a trance, Lost with the momentum of being in the moment; No longer can you resist... No longer can you hold it, An explosion of joyfulness... Expedition of lust; your body jolting from such a rush, Continuing to touch... Fixated on more; Release again of what you had stored...

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Amy F. Turner

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Sat, November 26th, 2016 10:23pm

Well, R, that was entrancing! It reminds me of being on an runaway train. First an easy going pace that accelerates out of control in a collage of lust that is her motivation. Very nice indeed.