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Honey123 said:Bianca couldn't take it anymore, like a crowd listening to Rosanna Barr sing the National Athem, she needed sex, like a nympho who last sex partner was 1 no 2 seconds ago, she lay down on the ground and spread her legs, like a tunnel waiting for train to pull through.
**secretly whispering.. "i buried paul" to add to confusion and letting cloudys inner lemmings wrek havoc**cloudy said:She was confused, like a lemming listening to Pink Floyd backwards, and she wondered where the hell she was.
vella_ms said:**secretly whispering.. "i buried paul" to add to confusion and letting cloudys inner lemmings wrek havoc**
Honey123 said:Elvis got down on his knees, like a priest praying that that little kid won't talk, and began to lick Bianca's sex like a dog drinking his last bit of water.
*"I am not Lauren" was also playing in the background
vella_ms said:The priest stood still, gaping at the two of them like a venus fly trap.. his excitement was palpable, his robe rising away from his body like a tent...
Honey123 said:He was immediately flooded with Bianca's wetness, like a damn who's gates had just been opened, and his penis slid easily in and out of her sex, like a slicked up lemming sliding in and out of his hole.
whilst they were going at it like two dogs in heat, a small audience gathered like flies on shit, they oooh'ed and ahh'ed like they were watching fireworks.oggbashan said:She engulfed him like a condom sliding over his erection, like an envelope accepting a letter or a postbox accepting his mail.
Sappholovers said:Elvis desperately wanted to strip Biana stark naked and fuck her hard and fast missionary style, like Hemingway stripping down his style to bare-assed nouns and verbs, but Biana, eschewing the missionary style, like literotica members on this thread avoiding literal language, begged to be taken in some unusual combination, like a poet avoiding cliches, or like a literotica writer searching for a new simile for an a woman's orgasm: she wanted it not like a beast with two backs, nor like a bitch in heat, from behind, on all fours--she wanted to be fucked in some John Donne-like simile of a fuck, in a strangely yoked together way, with Elvis' cock growing more erect, like the extended leg of a compass after completing a circle, as she rode him in reverse cowgirl style and brought herself, with vibe in hand, to orgasms that made her feel like she was experiencing in the flesh the quantum theory of light with its mix of pulsing waves and bursts of packets of energy.
