Love and Sex
"I don't even know your name, but I am learning your body". I said to her, the girl who I called "M", who was from Europe with honey taste-like pussy, rosy cheek. "Where did you get that beautiful breasts from?" I asked to her ear gently...She loved me kiss her neck, move my tongue slowly on her skin, tangled with her long silken brown hair. "from my mummy" she smiled and tilted her head a bit, like a shy little girl. M was a tall girl almost my height, perfectly proportioned body is covered with snow white skin. Her breasts were amazingly ample, above DD and she loved for me to squeeze them very very hard in my hand. She turned her lips toward me and kissed me deeply and romantically, occasionally spilled out a few sexy glances from behind the corner her eyes. She liked riding me with my arms crossed her back tight, her giant breasts held against my chest, she would lean back wards a bit from time to time and showed me her pink, perfectly shaved pussy wrapped around my cock. She knew that turned me on. Oh what a girl, some day soon I will write her into my book of North American adventure, a girl with slightly shy smile, amazing body, dirty yet innocent eyes, a girl who nearly caught my breath away, the girl with the ultimate feminine body: and I was lucky enough to know that body, even I don't even know her name.Love and Sex, are they same? Are they just game?
posted by Road less travelled @ 10:14 PM
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