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Ramona Thompson Mel G C'BS ALife Feather
LUKAS
LIKES TO WATCH-Ramona
Thompson
Tonight
Ramona Thompson's TLRL-Total Lit Request Live-Online Writer's Group
Muse-Mel
G His eyes affixed on me,
his intense stare darting briefly from my naked body
stretched across the satin beneath me to the canvas on its easel placed in front of him.
Those eyes, the deepest shade of blue, searching me,
drinking in my every curve, my every crevice. I feel his eyes on my breast,
as the brush in his hand flutters over the canvas. My nipples grow warm, erect, beneath his gaze. His eyes travel to my face,
meeting my own, and motions for me to tilt my head. I obey, my head tilts back, my back arching slightly. He continues to paint, his eyes moving swiftly from his work to my own. I am entranced,
by the intensity of his stare Waves of heat wash over me
awakening my senses. The hard nubs at the tip of my breasts beg to be touched, to be squeezed, to be suckled. The folds of flesh, pedals of a flower, moisten between my thighs, its bud pulsating throughout my body. My hand reaches to find the flesh of my breast, caressing it gently. His hand stops moving, his eyes fix upon me,
anticipating my every move. My hand continues to travel over my skin, as I plot my next move. Downward I glide my hand till it reaches my lower torso. My legs part effortlessly, revealing my sleek mound for his awaiting eyes to perceive. He watches intently as my fingers trace my outer lips, parting them. I pause, my eyes draw his own back to meet them, inviting, welcoming, pleading. He accepts. Standing, he makes his way to me. Hovering over me it is my turn to watch, as he discards his clothes and stands before me, a statue of masculinity. In one swift movement he is kneeling in front of me, his arms encircling me, lifting me, until I am in his embrace, my legs wrapping around his waist
as his hardness meets my softness.
He thrusts deeply, his hips heaving wildly as he plunges deep inside me, filling me entirely with his stiff shaft. My voice fills the air as I cry out my body wracking in spasms of complete ecstasy.
My folds tighten around him, pulling him in deeper, the force of his thrusts become harder, as I feel him throb inside of me, his hands clench my thighs,
my own hands cling to him, as in unison we release, a masterpiece of pleasure, of sensuality.
Pop Her Berry-C'BS ALife Harem hymen veil
shrewn aside
ever since the cherry went pop odalisques though spoke of the secret secret where a man could pop
her berry bring her to orgasm by the thrust of his member alone his scent rushes over her cannabis and chocolate he
peels back the layers of her pomegranate savoring each drop of liquid sigh between her thighs his length pointing at her navel with impunity balls nestled in her punani her
eyes open to breath betray her mouth's silent breath when
he breaches her sugar walls full thrust with no parry he shows no mercy (nor does she desire it) following the path of her vertebrae mingling the tangles in their briar patches swells inside hugging corridors she takes it like a champ dares him to
leave testosterone marks along her waterways gushes over him so that he glistens forms foaming sticky tats that slip and slide along his penile veins she whimper screams
church lady hallelujah rumble moan ecstasy his lingam he lingam her yoni she yoni and in the end he fucked her orgasm too To see more of C'BS ALife's work- myspace.com/asiaticlight I see the desire in your eyes and my soul turns to fire. You are my shadow, connected to every part of me. Your hold on me delights me, excites me. You caress my breasts, and my nipples tell of the passion within. I float in the air as a feather as you engulf my very soul. Downwards your hand moves, sending shivers of ecstasy through my spine. You feel the wetness of my need, as your fingers play and explore. You have me under your spell. I am your submissive forever. To see more of
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