He teased my peaks and valleys with soft sensual
kisses. He worshiped my body with his
tongue and whispers of what more was to come, I responded with wordless moans
and shivers. His light touch against my
thighs sent me spinning into lust. My
fire burned hotter with each graze of his want upon my skin. I was willing to do as he wanted; whatever he
wanted. I was a prisoner to his touch and his goal was only my pleasure. When his lips grazed mine ever so softly I gave
myself completely to him and he savored it.
Photo Title: 29
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Greta Moro
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