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The silky touch of your porcelain globes thrill me as your bra floats to the floor. Stiffening nipples fill with eagerness to meet my extending tongue half way.

I love that you moan as my mouth clasps around your crinkling areolas; like fireworks exploding around the base of the Eiffel tower, a feeling that my tongue will never get tired of as the tip races to catch up with your ever-changing landscape.

Fingers plunge into your soothing, pliable flesh.

And while I suck hard on one – my other hand weighs the possible options left open to me.

 

Published 4 years ago

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