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This is why I couldn’t help it
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This is why I couldn’t help it He invited me over for the first time in more than a month. Part of me was surprised because our last real correspondence after that visit didn’t go well. That was when we discussed how much he loved being with me but that our time together was so limited that it wasn’t enough. But he sent me a message telling me that he was missing me, and I replied in kind. I dropped everything and drove to him at once. It was going to be a brief Visit as it was and I wanted every last moment I could get with him. He let me know that the door was open and he was already lying in his bed. I entered his apartment, raced up the stairs, and crawled into bed beside him, stopping long enough to undress. I lay up against him, my head on his shoulder his arm wrapped around me. My hand stroking his chest, and his hand rubbed my back. At once I made a move to check his hardness. Stroking him gently his cock stood at attention. But then I put my hand back down. I am always in such a hurry. I never stop to enjoy these moments. So I just lay there for a while and waited to see what his next move would be. Finally, I could feel his eyes on me, so I tilted my head and asked him what he was staring at me for. He smiled and laughed at me and said “nothing.” And then he rolled me toward my back pressed against me and began kissing me with the sweetest of kisses. The perfect set of lips playing with mine. Before long, my legs opened and the wetness invited him in. It felt far more like lovemaking than any interaction we’ve had before. It felt as though he wanted to savor every moment inside me. No rushing, no hurrying, no crazed position changes for either of is. Sometimes his head was low enough to suckle my nipples, and sometimes he was far from me enough that I could watch his face, expressions of concentration and pleasure as he dove in and out of me. I closed my eyes to just enjoy the moments, thinking how perfectly we fit together. And then I opened my eyes again to see him looking down at me. Again I asked him what he was thinking, taking great delight in the look on his face. Again he smiled and he said he was just enjoying the moment. Finally, I could feel him quickening, and he drew his face down to mine again and began kissing me as his body gave way to release. Again I thought about those perfect lips and about the exquisite pleasure I received every moment they touched mine. After several more minutes, he collapsed next to me, my head found his shoulder again, and we lay there, drifting off to sleep. I awakened early this morning, needing to keep an appointment. He asked if I was really leaving. I replied in the affirmative and reminded him that he could invite me back as often as he wished. As I record this, the tears burn my eyes. My lips are pressed against his lips still, and I’m reliving that feeling of perfection. Why does perfection have to be such a rarity? @Jennifer S. For A |
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I wish this all with u and me
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well written ... kudos
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Just savor the times that you do get! 
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well written and a very good question at the end.
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hello invite me as a friend thank you * visit my page * Take me on your post I want to learn from you you are so successful so beautiful and attractiev and super sexy simply worldly Thank you
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I'd love to look you in the eye as you looked deep into my eyes as you rode my long thick and hard cock
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