Monday, March 22, 2010
Pleasuring Her ~~+18 only
4:46 AM | 
Posted by
Kanika Gupta
1.jpgwatching my sweetie's silhouetted
curvaceous body through the shower door,
unknown to her I silently watch as she
pleasures herself, talking as if, she is talking
to me, touching herself in the places my
tongue or hand would be taking liberties,
the more she talks, it arouses me to no end;
silently handling myself, moaning with
each stroke to my manhood, her last
narrative is so hot, I can't contain myself,
my last stroke is the utmost intense
pleasure, throbbing, pulsating to
eruption; my release is so feral, I moan
loudly, she hears me, honey are you home?
yes, baby, I'm right here been here for
awhile; you had me so aroused by pleasuring
yourself, I did the same; now i'm ready to
put my manhood to the test, teasing and
pleasing you, tongue slowly creeping up your
thigh; I sigh as no man has ever sighed
before, my desire for you is deeper than
the depths of you; my manhood fits you
like we're sculpted to perfection, I can't
control my lust for your womanliness; all
my fantasies of you have finally come true,
tracing the outline of your loveliness; drinking
in your beauty, kissing peaked mounds taut
and delicious; sweet as honey, my appetite's
want is ravenous absorbing your elixir of life,
devouring every inch as your flower opens at
the command of my tongues probing of your
cloying labia seeking firmness within suckling
till you tremble releasing fluidity; smoothly
whetting my throat; awaking my manhoods
throb pulsating desirously aching to delve
deep in your abysmal chasm, surrendering
to depths unknown; entering in fervor, losing
myself in a intoxicative state of mind, fulfilling
you ecstatically enraptured we climax in unison
curvaceous body through the shower door,
unknown to her I silently watch as she
pleasures herself, talking as if, she is talking
to me, touching herself in the places my
tongue or hand would be taking liberties,
the more she talks, it arouses me to no end;
silently handling myself, moaning with
each stroke to my manhood, her last
narrative is so hot, I can't contain myself,
my last stroke is the utmost intense
pleasure, throbbing, pulsating to
eruption; my release is so feral, I moan
loudly, she hears me, honey are you home?
yes, baby, I'm right here been here for
awhile; you had me so aroused by pleasuring
yourself, I did the same; now i'm ready to
put my manhood to the test, teasing and
pleasing you, tongue slowly creeping up your
thigh; I sigh as no man has ever sighed
before, my desire for you is deeper than
the depths of you; my manhood fits you
like we're sculpted to perfection, I can't
control my lust for your womanliness; all
my fantasies of you have finally come true,
tracing the outline of your loveliness; drinking
in your beauty, kissing peaked mounds taut
and delicious; sweet as honey, my appetite's
want is ravenous absorbing your elixir of life,
devouring every inch as your flower opens at
the command of my tongues probing of your
cloying labia seeking firmness within suckling
till you tremble releasing fluidity; smoothly
whetting my throat; awaking my manhoods
throb pulsating desirously aching to delve
deep in your abysmal chasm, surrendering
to depths unknown; entering in fervor, losing
myself in a intoxicative state of mind, fulfilling
you ecstatically enraptured we climax in unison
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