What's Crossing Your Mind

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They don't give a fuck about the little guy anymore...someday there will be a reckoning...
 
just rambling. . .

*skates in*


I like the idea of having sex against the wall.

It's torrid. It's raw.

My back pressed firmly against the wall, my lover's breath arousing desire in the hollow of my neck. His mouth moving; sucking and whispering on that sensitive spot between my head and shoulders.

He lifts me off the ground, and my ankles lock around his waist possessively. My arms rest in the nook of his shoulders. I can feel the very tip of his member between my lips: growing with the need to have my inner muscles envelop him—holding him tightly.

With a slight shift of his pelvis, he guides himself inside my womb; pausing for a moment so that I can enjoy the fullness of him, and so that he can enjoy the warmth of my sex.

He's breathing: deeply and loudly as he pushes against me. Hard. Stroking bundles of fibers that I never knew I had. Each thrust more addictive than the last. I'm breathing: quickly and irregularly, whimpering against his rhythm. The expression on his face only adding to the lust as his body slaps against mine. He fucks me—I fuck him. It's relentless, and I love that.

He draws back, and tells me, with a grunt, that the soft mewling sounds I make are, "so fucking sexy." His lips catch mine in the sweetest, roughest kiss I could ever imagine. And here, kept within the limits of the wall and my lover, he delivers one powerful inward push.

Our bodies become taut and we explode: lost in the release. Shuddering, my legs are slowly and gently lowered to the floor. I smile at the gentle 'pop' of his softening erection slipping out of me.

We settle into a wave of quiet happiness; pressed against one another, kissing deeply and lovingly.

Damn, the ache between my thighs is a pleasant one.

Yeah.

I like the idea of having sex against the wall.




*quickly skates out*
 
*skates in*


I like the idea of having sex against the wall.

It's torrid. It's raw.

My back pressed firmly against the wall, my lover's breath arousing desire in the hollow of my neck. His mouth moving; sucking and whispering on that sensitive spot between my head and shoulders.

He lifts me off the ground, and my ankles lock around his waist possessively. My arms rest in the nook of his shoulders. I can feel the very tip of his member between my lips: growing with the need to have my inner muscles envelop him—holding him tightly.

With a slight shift of his pelvis, he guides himself inside my womb; pausing for a moment so that I can enjoy the fullness of him, and so that he can enjoy the warmth of my sex.

He's breathing: deeply and loudly as he pushes against me. Hard. Stroking bundles of fibers that I never knew I had. Each thrust more addictive than the last. I'm breathing: quickly and irregularly, whimpering against his rhythm. The expression on his face only adding to the lust as his body slaps against mine. He fucks me—I fuck him. It's relentless, and I love that.

He draws back, and tells me, with a grunt, that the soft mewling sounds I make are, "so fucking sexy." His lips catch mine in the sweetest, roughest kiss I could ever imagine. And here, kept within the limits of the wall and my lover, he delivers one powerful inward push.

Our bodies become taut and we explode: lost in the release. Shuddering, my legs are slowly and gently lowered to the floor. I smile at the gentle 'pop' of his softening erection slipping out of me.

We settle into a wave of quiet happiness; pressed against one another, kissing deeply and lovingly.

Damn, the ache between my thighs is a pleasant one.

Yeah.

I like the idea of having sex against the wall.




*quickly skates out*

I think I'll be in my bunk

^^^^^^^that :D but with a bit more force

Yeah... going to my bunk.........
 
*skates in*


I like the idea of having sex against the wall.

It's torrid. It's raw.

My back pressed firmly against the wall, my lover's breath arousing desire in the hollow of my neck. His mouth moving; sucking and whispering on that sensitive spot between my head and shoulders.

He lifts me off the ground, and my ankles lock around his waist possessively. My arms rest in the nook of his shoulders. I can feel the very tip of his member between my lips: growing with the need to have my inner muscles envelop him—holding him tightly.

With a slight shift of his pelvis, he guides himself inside my womb; pausing for a moment so that I can enjoy the fullness of him, and so that he can enjoy the warmth of my sex.

He's breathing: deeply and loudly as he pushes against me. Hard. Stroking bundles of fibers that I never knew I had. Each thrust more addictive than the last. I'm breathing: quickly and irregularly, whimpering against his rhythm. The expression on his face only adding to the lust as his body slaps against mine. He fucks me—I fuck him. It's relentless, and I love that.

He draws back, and tells me, with a grunt, that the soft mewling sounds I make are, "so fucking sexy." His lips catch mine in the sweetest, roughest kiss I could ever imagine. And here, kept within the limits of the wall and my lover, he delivers one powerful inward push.

Our bodies become taut and we explode: lost in the release. Shuddering, my legs are slowly and gently lowered to the floor. I smile at the gentle 'pop' of his softening erection slipping out of me.

We settle into a wave of quiet happiness; pressed against one another, kissing deeply and lovingly.

Damn, the ache between my thighs is a pleasant one.

Yeah.

I like the idea of having sex against the wall.




*quickly skates out*

DAYUM Woman!
I like this idea as well!:devil:
 
*skates in*


I like the idea of having sex against the wall.

It's torrid. It's raw.

My back pressed firmly against the wall, my lover's breath arousing desire in the hollow of my neck. His mouth moving; sucking and whispering on that sensitive spot between my head and shoulders.

He lifts me off the ground, and my ankles lock around his waist possessively. My arms rest in the nook of his shoulders. I can feel the very tip of his member between my lips: growing with the need to have my inner muscles envelop him—holding him tightly.

With a slight shift of his pelvis, he guides himself inside my womb; pausing for a moment so that I can enjoy the fullness of him, and so that he can enjoy the warmth of my sex.

He's breathing: deeply and loudly as he pushes against me. Hard. Stroking bundles of fibers that I never knew I had. Each thrust more addictive than the last. I'm breathing: quickly and irregularly, whimpering against his rhythm. The expression on his face only adding to the lust as his body slaps against mine. He fucks me—I fuck him. It's relentless, and I love that.

He draws back, and tells me, with a grunt, that the soft mewling sounds I make are, "so fucking sexy." His lips catch mine in the sweetest, roughest kiss I could ever imagine. And here, kept within the limits of the wall and my lover, he delivers one powerful inward push.

Our bodies become taut and we explode: lost in the release. Shuddering, my legs are slowly and gently lowered to the floor. I smile at the gentle 'pop' of his softening erection slipping out of me.

We settle into a wave of quiet happiness; pressed against one another, kissing deeply and lovingly.

Damn, the ache between my thighs is a pleasant one.

Yeah.

I like the idea of having sex against the wall.




*quickly skates out*

Your desires are as beautiful as you...

You deserve these things Respi. You truly do... :kiss:
 
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