Making Love
Picture Yourself Laying in Bedmy Hand rising up your leg
My lips leaving soft kisses on your neck
Taking my tongue sliding down upon your chest
Slowly stroking the nipples with my tonue
Going down beginning to kiss your inner thigh
While you hold my head and close your eyes
I begin kissing toward the middle where the
juics flow
I licked and licked very slowly you moaned
with joy
Biting your lip to release the tension
Your legs commence to quiver
You start to get up and reach for the remote
Not the one for the tv with demand
But the one you find on a man
Sexual interactions is how
Making Love Begins
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