Doing 69 between the banks
I woke up that morning with a different feeling. There was something exciting and disturbing about 69 floating in the air that left me on the verge of losing control over my instincts. The scent of love danced so carefully between names I desired, invoking sensations I had never experienced before. My heart beat rapidly, the tension in my back built up, intensified.
I hadn't even realized the extent to which I had invaded his poetic landscape, emotionally and sexually, once we came into eye contact. Her face, attentive and comforting, with her caring lips, did everything I had dreamed of in my favor. Our kisses introduced me to the world of unspoken language, the boundless field of passion.
I watched her from afar, admiring the curve of her body, the way her brown hair fell to her chest, revealing its own secret wonders. She moved gracefully as I stared at her, eager to explode. And then, our connection became reality.
An intoxicating relationship with different positions
Our first contact was with a young man doing 69, a sinful gesture that brought us to a place of shared pleasure. We hadn't planned on ending up in that position, but I felt like we had come to a standstill, allowing time to languidly flow through us. Our body symbolically fluctuated between several worlds, due to the insatiable thirst for sensations.
As we focused on the love and affection that brought us together, I began to explore the contours of her body, trying to locate every sensitive spot where we could connect. At any point of contact between us, our burning bodies responded, flowing in unison. Her nipples were spongy, and her surrender to each touch was adorable. Her eyes mesmerized me as I penetrated her close to her own entrance. Her weak moan slipped through the woods, as I thrust myself deeper and deeper inside her.
I started moving faster, turning up, down, back. All my movements aimed inside her, giving me as much sucking pleasure as I needed to drive me crazy. She bent as I fit her, and I felt her flesh on all sides.
Our mouths touched frequently as we penetrated each other intensely, and I felt her sweet honey, bitter, abundant, almost as if I were drinking from an endless well. It was an intoxicating passion, so sweet and indescribably delicious that it made us move deeper and deeper.
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