suckonsimon
delivering the goods
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Ok a man's appreciation.
When I see a woman's cleavage I take it as an invitation to admire and enjoy her femininity. Respectfully and sensually. Her face, her hair, her neck, her attire and how it suits her, her poise, the whole delicious shape of a woman.
If my admiration is noticed warmly, that's my invitation to speak, and perhaps to go further imagining my pleasure with these breasts. I come into the delightful picture of her; with a kiss, with my hands exploring.
Perhaps she'll allow me to mentally undress her, to beam some appreciation, to think about the warm pleasures of burying my face there, licking, sucking, ...
the shared gift of a pearl necklace ...
When I see a woman's cleavage I take it as an invitation to admire and enjoy her femininity. Respectfully and sensually. Her face, her hair, her neck, her attire and how it suits her, her poise, the whole delicious shape of a woman.
If my admiration is noticed warmly, that's my invitation to speak, and perhaps to go further imagining my pleasure with these breasts. I come into the delightful picture of her; with a kiss, with my hands exploring.
Perhaps she'll allow me to mentally undress her, to beam some appreciation, to think about the warm pleasures of burying my face there, licking, sucking, ...
the shared gift of a pearl necklace ...
