Phone rings at midnight
Her sultry voice on the other end
Heart racing and almost breathless
she says, "can you come over?"
He rushes to her house
She greets him in a silky
black bra and thong panties
His molten kisses shoot fire
through her trembling body
as their tongues embrace
His hands caress her firm
full breasts and silky thighs
The soft curves of her voluptuous
hips
She drops to her knees
unzips his pants and takes his
hot throbbing hard manhood
into her hungry mouth
She teases his round jewels
with the tip of her wet tongue
then slides her warm tongue
along the length of his shaft
Long, lingering licks up and down
his passion pole until she is rewarded when his sweet nectar
shoots to the back of her throat
Exhausted, they collapse on the floor, kiss each other and embrace
Satisfied, at least for a while
by her midnight passion
Mr. Gentle man, what planet are you from? the planet of passion? How can i get there for i do know that on my arrival, all my troubles will be gone. (I hope the visa would not be a problem)(laugh). What i'm trying to say is that you have been blessed with a romance pen. Hope to read more of your wounderful works.
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