his hot hands cupping both her voluptous breasts as they bodies spent for the sexual dance so infinite within the sands of time, lost forever lost where they dare not belong.
Their clothes lay upon the floor just like them, mating on the persian rug.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
breaths coming in tattered sighs, sweat trickling off their nude bodies, legs, arms lips entwined in the mating dance, older then time itself as time stood still on the brink of eternity. His tongue lightly darting onto her ruby nipples, her honey-colored damp as his penis thrust in and out slowly, furthering her rapture of raw sexual vigor of their perfect timing with no delay he took her spiraling upward, upward and out of their bodies they went.
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