23949 posts 12/16/2017 9:47 pm
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The Witching Hour. Midnight.
Aching, decadent impulses danced through her mind, melting all resistance to his delving touch. Her percolating fervor threatened to evolve into a frenzy as his masterful touch lingered. Ceaseless waves of intoxicating passion cascaded through her, constant, compelling, consuming.
Timeless.
Greedily she nurtured her growing responses. Extinguishing all doubt in favor of pliant lethargy, to his dangerous beckoning. She was rewarded with an animalistic awakening fulfillment as he breached her remaining inhibitions with his relentless onslaught.
Magic
With feline agility she gyrated, inducing heady radiations with every repetition. Dissolving into the moment she became lost, ablaze with exquisite pain and electrifying pleasure. Sensations wreaked havoc, building fluidly to a crescendo.
Release.
The Witching hour.
1sadisticlover~
"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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3955 posts 12/16/2017 10:34 pm |
So much perfection and innovative
Self-respect is the corner-stone of virtues.
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8847 posts 12/16/2017 10:24 pm |
"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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