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MasterGregD -> How Could Sir Tell (10/5/2013 9:25:13 AM)
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How Could Sir Tell
She lay still exhausted drained afterword staring up at the ceiling fan as it went round and round how did he know what to do he was so skilled. How did he find all those things that only I knew about my body. I never told him any of this how was he able to unlock all those sexual secrets in a single evening without so much as a clue from me. As I lay their contemplating the evenings events and the final outcome thirteen orgasms. My body a puddle of used sexual desire consumed by this God in my bed. He spoke and said it was a series of things my love. Your attempting to figure out what just happened and my god when will this man repeat this delightful torment on my body again. His response came rapid and direct it was your pulse the pace quick and constant ever higher and higher. The sweat between your breast the dampened hair the sudden increase in your temperature. The way you held your body your constant struggle to maintain my touch on those tender places on your body. Your sex they way it changes color and texture. The moisture between your legs. The way it collects then drips down your legs the tremors in your body. The way you breath and the essence of your lust that refused to leave your mouth as I lay between your legs your back arched and hands with a desperate grip on the white cotton sheets. In the end love you didn't have to tell me anything your body betrays you it give away all your secrets.
MasterGregD
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