Kathleen;Scarlett. I aways make my mark. ;)
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Does a man ever truly understand what he can do to his woman? That his mere touch can trigger a wetness that she cannot contain? A whisper of his husky voice in her ear causing her to melt into his body.
The moment when he enters her, he is merely not just having sex but becoming a part of her. Molding their bodies together as they lose their single souls and merge into one. His cock dancing inside of her as she tries to explain the love she has for him at that very moment in time.
The warmth of his seed when he fills her..satisfying that craving that she never knew she had. His flesh heated as the musk of his sex permeates the air and arouses her even more. Her core pulsating as he has given her pleasure as well as the need to want him more. To continue to ride him as he holds her and tries to give her that which she desires. His entire being is what she would take inside of her if she could as well as give him herself in return.
Her heart is his as well as her body and soul. She longs for him to know what exactly it is that he does to her…to explain that feeling..that touch of him when they make love. The closest thing one can even say it is…heaven on earth. And you my Gabriel are mine…my little piece of heaven.
Jadon you are my muse
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Anxiety Queen by Annick Knacks.
Well, I love this.
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