with his shaft,
you see the way my legs are shaking.
He loved,
licking me viciously,
locking me in a hold,
while rotating,
until my need was aching.
The most best pleasure ever.
Teasing my yearns, my desire’s, as they burned away, into compact pieces,
leaving my limbs,
vigorously worked,
weak and totally speechless.
He effortlessly flipped me,
sipped me,
pulling me back,
into his captivity,
to once again,
chased me down,
repeatedly,
staring sexy,
biting his lip greedily
So in tune to my need’s speed,
ebbs and flows,
attentively watching,
the comings and goes,
hardened his form,
to a lil slower,
more powerful and bolder
back tasting,
pacing his spew
back to faster,
kissing my lips
as I cried out Maestro
in pleasure!
Massaging my hips,
without ever stopping,
kissing my skin,
rocking my body,
putting me in an arousal pin,
as I simultaneously cried joyously, and grinned
Treasuring and measuring
my depth’s, reaction to speak,
my body gave way watching,
as he peeked .
Thats when my tongue was drenched in French,
le meilleur plaisir qui soit.
He delve so deliciously deep,
I was critically aware of his taste,
as he poured his entire life into me, without a single drop–ever wasting.
Poetry By Tamara Dorsey-Moore Mature Content 18+ Erotic
The Most Best Pleasure Ever
Thinker on the Loose (Reblog)
Copyright (c) 2017 Reserved purposes intended.
Wow
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Lol, glad you enjoyed, I think, lol
Thanks very much, my pleasure ❤
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Yes I did painted a sexy picture
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🙂 tyvm
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