Beads of perspiration formed on his cinnamon colored skin. She felt his body press into hers and it took her breath away. Her legs wrapped around him and they moved together in unison, two bodies, one soul.
“I need you.” The words flowed softly, sweetly over his lips like honey dripping on her being but it was her honey that she wanted to taste as he kissed his way down her body. She invited him to taste her, lick her, to eat her sweetness and she cried out like an animal as his lips worked her sweet spot. Her breathing was labored and her legs were trembling as she felt her climax approaching. Intertwined in her fingers were his cascading locs as she held his head in place and prepared to flood his mouth with pleasure. He wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop; he needed her sweet juices to run down his face like the juices of a sticky, sweet mango on a hot summer’s day.
Exhausted yet aroused, she closed her eyes to the world. He kissed her sweetly and they shared her unique flavor.
He craved her body and it was her hot, wet core that was calling out to him. He took careful aim and made his descent. Now it was his turn to cry out into the night as her silky walls caressed him, bathed him. Deeper, higher, harder, faster their bodies collided together as their passionate lovemaking turned into heated fucking. It was pure, unbridled heat that lifted them in unison to a higher spiritual plane.
“Oh please, don’t stop. Fill me. Complete me.” It was their symphony of words and sounds, moans and groans that was a soundtrack to transcendent pleasure. He gripped her hips hard and buried himself deeply. The sensations enveloped them and they cemented their bond between man and woman, between body and soul.
Copyright 2005 AfroerotiK
Bedside Lover's Tool Kit
“I need you.” The words flowed softly, sweetly over his lips like honey dripping on her being but it was her honey that she wanted to taste as he kissed his way down her body. She invited him to taste her, lick her, to eat her sweetness and she cried out like an animal as his lips worked her sweet spot. Her breathing was labored and her legs were trembling as she felt her climax approaching. Intertwined in her fingers were his cascading locs as she held his head in place and prepared to flood his mouth with pleasure. He wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop; he needed her sweet juices to run down his face like the juices of a sticky, sweet mango on a hot summer’s day.
Exhausted yet aroused, she closed her eyes to the world. He kissed her sweetly and they shared her unique flavor.
He craved her body and it was her hot, wet core that was calling out to him. He took careful aim and made his descent. Now it was his turn to cry out into the night as her silky walls caressed him, bathed him. Deeper, higher, harder, faster their bodies collided together as their passionate lovemaking turned into heated fucking. It was pure, unbridled heat that lifted them in unison to a higher spiritual plane.
“Oh please, don’t stop. Fill me. Complete me.” It was their symphony of words and sounds, moans and groans that was a soundtrack to transcendent pleasure. He gripped her hips hard and buried himself deeply. The sensations enveloped them and they cemented their bond between man and woman, between body and soul.
Copyright 2005 AfroerotiK
Bedside Lover's Tool Kit
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