Love Below
Lips massage her the tip of her bosom,
she inclines ready and yearning for my touch.
Teeth add to the intensity of the moment as she begins to breathe heavily.
My tongue massages her abdomen,
making way towards the navel.
She is very aroused and I know I have hit the spot.
The way she moans makes me want to do more,
but as she begins to climax,
I stop and make her ask for more.
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