Feeling her squeeze
Posted: Sat Nov 16, 2024 7:50 am
My Imagination Running
The art of making love to a woman is something that most underestimate and do not appreciate. The power it gives when absent from you long enough could make one go mad. Something I miss about being with a woman I love is to feel her as I glide my finger inside her, throbbing, quivering, and begging me not to stop. Inside of her, she squeezes me. It is her way of begging me not to let go.
Oh, I won't.
This is just the beginning.
I miss the way she grasps me in the middle of her high, and her eyes lock with mine? The sheer pleasure she's having is worth every second with her. Her love like a beating heart pulses with every stroke of my finger.
Her lips, soft and silky, caress me, and I am melting. Though her demeanor shows she cannot withhold her excitement. I lean over with my mouth on her pearl as my tongue explores her deep between her thighs.
The sweetness is gold in my mouth as she succumbs to passionate wave of desire.
A second wave approaches...
Her hands and mouth are all over my body.
Pulling, licking, fondling, sucking
I want to savor the sensation of her tasting me. Therein lies the immense pleasure. Riding her tongue has always been my favorite.
Ughhhhh I miss this so much. The suspense of when I'll ever have that again drives me insane. I ache for her hand to touch me again wherever and whoever she will be.
--CraftyNabi
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Yep, I'm horny.
The art of making love to a woman is something that most underestimate and do not appreciate. The power it gives when absent from you long enough could make one go mad. Something I miss about being with a woman I love is to feel her as I glide my finger inside her, throbbing, quivering, and begging me not to stop. Inside of her, she squeezes me. It is her way of begging me not to let go.
Oh, I won't.
This is just the beginning.
I miss the way she grasps me in the middle of her high, and her eyes lock with mine? The sheer pleasure she's having is worth every second with her. Her love like a beating heart pulses with every stroke of my finger.
Her lips, soft and silky, caress me, and I am melting. Though her demeanor shows she cannot withhold her excitement. I lean over with my mouth on her pearl as my tongue explores her deep between her thighs.
The sweetness is gold in my mouth as she succumbs to passionate wave of desire.
A second wave approaches...
Her hands and mouth are all over my body.
Pulling, licking, fondling, sucking
I want to savor the sensation of her tasting me. Therein lies the immense pleasure. Riding her tongue has always been my favorite.
Ughhhhh I miss this so much. The suspense of when I'll ever have that again drives me insane. I ache for her hand to touch me again wherever and whoever she will be.
--CraftyNabi
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Yep, I'm horny.
thank you.