musicankane
I blew a monkey once.
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So explore he did. He kissed her all over. Starting with the nape of her neck he began to let his lips roam over her body. He spent careful time with her, kissing over her collar bones over to her shoulders. All the while he ran his hands up and down her back, caressing her and holding her.
His lips moved gently over the tops of her breasts and he realized at this angle he would not be able to kiss her flat amazing tummy. So he rolled her over onto the bed smiling down at her. "I am going to be a minute." He warned and then burried his face to her body again, kissing over her breasts, letting his tongue tease and flick over her nipples. Moving from her breasts he kissed her tummy and even lower still.
He remembered the things he did to make her moan in pleasure from the first time he tasted from her core. So he repeated those licks, flicks and caresses. Her nectar was as sweet as ever and he liked it when she writhed on the bed for him. It excited him and made him harder than ever for her. True sex, he wasnt begining to realize, was more than just the sex itself. True sex was about the build up the tension of desires rubbing against each other until the enevitable explosive release.
His lips moved gently over the tops of her breasts and he realized at this angle he would not be able to kiss her flat amazing tummy. So he rolled her over onto the bed smiling down at her. "I am going to be a minute." He warned and then burried his face to her body again, kissing over her breasts, letting his tongue tease and flick over her nipples. Moving from her breasts he kissed her tummy and even lower still.
He remembered the things he did to make her moan in pleasure from the first time he tasted from her core. So he repeated those licks, flicks and caresses. Her nectar was as sweet as ever and he liked it when she writhed on the bed for him. It excited him and made him harder than ever for her. True sex, he wasnt begining to realize, was more than just the sex itself. True sex was about the build up the tension of desires rubbing against each other until the enevitable explosive release.