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Scandalous encounter

Scandalous encounter

Like an eagle I landed on his rooftop , my long arms moved with the night wind,  white silky  see-through cape floating behind leaving trails of fantasy. opened to all possibilities,  in search of a dangerous affair!  My pallate longing for a taste of his wicked treats; spicy cinnamon hard stick
                                                     
Overcomed by this feeling of want, wet! I led him to the oasis. Gently I glided off his boxer shorts,  I wrapped my legs around his neck. he placing his head firmly between my legs captured I was, but willingly I remained. 

His lips the venom of a snake, his tongue the required instrument. Sucking my fruit, desperately attempting to towel me dry.  All my wet dreams in his mouth. Warm  wishes flowed down his lips, sling the contours of his  mouth. With long lick I  moaned. 

I  grab his head, his tongue like the instrument of the artist he  explored. He  sucked until explosively my sparkling champaign filled his mouth.

His  lips planted unable to release as he  sucked, I danced to the tunes, my waist following  his every move. He sucked until I  succumbed, 

he  looked up with moist lips and mouth as if seeking validation. With one last tantalizing lick, he concluded
 

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