He melts against me, lost in my slippery touch. The muscles on his back tighten against my
skin and I smile knowing I have taken him somewhere between fantasy and
heaven. My rhythm remains slow and
steady as I watch my hand slide along his length. His breaths are rapid and his moans of "yes" and "don’t stop" are often. I excite, as
small drops of nectar form at his tip, quickening my pace while swirling a
finger across his helmet, coaxing his end.
His legs tighten and buck and soon I am rewarded with fireworks of creamy
white.
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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: My Hidden Temptaion
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