On a chair near the bed, a candle burns. A simple candle, glued to the wooden seat with the softened wax. A candle that his saliva droplets that freeze along the stem. As if they want to run died en route ...
Above me the ceiling black. And your face, cut by the fire of the candle. This dance, stirred by our breath knotted. Warm for a while voluptuous ...
I close my eyes to try to slow the progression of your sex in mine. Once snug in my case, you do not move more than kiss. Your lips sealed with mine, you kiss. You taste in my mouth ... You eat ... First small light kisses, you crunching the corner of my lips. Then, greedy, your lips hapent mine. Your tongue finds its way between my lips, open them ... Our tongues touch, tangle, coil up ... You devour my mouth with a delicious sensuality ...
And I see your face, illuminated by the flickering light. You kiss me like you made love to my mouth, eyes closed, his features sometimes calm, gentle and tender, sometimes mysterious, passionate, almost savage ...
I close my eyes, my turn earned by the lasciviousness of the kiss ... The feeling takes me. In the pit of my stomach, a ball of heat. My body vibrates. My flower gets wet ... When your lips leave mine for a split second, are deep sighs and groans welling ... My muscles tense in my body. Your kiss makes me love ...
And your sex, still motionless in the depths of my cave wet, feel the stirrings of my orgasm born when your kiss will bite ...
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