I lean to him as he feels my sides that define my shape as a woman. My hands wander aimlessly under his shirt, feeling his wonderous warmth. Half naked and half conscious, I'm tingling all over. I can feel his fingers winding into my hair, tugging sensually, each tug like a moan from his hands. I close my eyes and breathe deeply as he suckles my neck slowly to leave his mark. His wet, warm tounge on my body is as climatic as a gasm itself. I throw off his shirt, and he pulls down my jeans. I unbutton his pants as he unhooks my bra. Our lips lock, and we exchange breath. Our tounges battle ferociously and passionately while are hands roam hungrily for skin. I can feel your manliness against my womanhood, and it cries to be smothered. We topple over, and for a second realize that this wonderous night has only begun.
Editors Note: Hello readers, umm.. quick note about this little hentai story here. As a girl with an outrageously creative and unclean mind, this kind of stuff is almost guaranteed to pop out at least once. ^^;; Sorry if it's a bit too graphic, but hey. What can ya do?
A Poetic Mind.
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