Fruits of His Love
Shared by 2lovethatAngel.
Gentle, strong hands caressing my soft breasts
Tongue and teeth play and tease until my body arches
Up to the sky in passion without measure, in pure aching desire
Only a moment until he moves further
Tenderly removing the restricting attire
Reading what he wants, we flip again
He loves everything I do, guiding my presence to his sacred places
That none other has breached inside his quivering soul
Gentle kisses along his abdomen and chest quickly
Turns to hard undying thrusts with no end
We fall into each other, forever one
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