Friday, March 27, 2009


Sleeping with him, is like playing hot potato with a loaded gun. Especially with no condom. I like to live dangerously, but this, this is ridiculous. But I cant help myself. If feels so good, skin to skin. Damn, the way he tastes, Im overwhelmed. Every sense is heightened. The music is so soft, nothing can come between us. He is telling me how much he is loving it, and I am touching every inch of his skin, thinking, it will never be any better then this. I cant hold it and Im begging him, can I come babe please and before he can say yes, I am moaning please baby please baby please baby, and it is to intense. And then he is climaxing in me, I can hear him, and feel it, and I think, we are one.

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