Friday, 13 April 2012


I like to drink from his lips.

I like kissing as foreplay.  And I love the way he fucks me. But when the two are married together, it's pure heaven.

It was the kissing, his mouth on mine, connected.

For once, I forgot about whining, whimpering, screaming, moaning, talking dirty , or really, being fucked. I just wanted more of the wet, sloppy, drooling sensation, more of his mouth juice just seeping in between my lips.

One thing I forgot to mention... his tongue was like his cock, buried deep inside me, penetrating the core of me, his body falling heavy on me, like his lips. All at the same time.

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