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My best foreplay with a sexy man ♥
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Ass i told you in my previous blog, i love a slow, long and tender foreplay. This is what I turn on before we get to bed:
I want the man to go behind me.
And then get his hands under my blouse. Quietly work their way up to my breasts and caress them. Let my nipples get stiff and sensitive. While I feel him grow in hiis pants and hear his heavy breathing into my ear.
From there, he has to work his way down my body, button up and unzip my pants, and let his hand slide down my butt, and then down my crotch. Quietly, his finger must find my clit and gently caress it. Meanwhile, I will moan loudly and my body will jerk. There I will stretch my legs completely and tense the muscles in my legs. Then I am most sensitive in the crotch.
While the man has a hand in my crotch and a hand at my breasts I will moan loudly. Then I will turn around and give the man a long wet tongue kiss while I get a hand down to his stiff weapon.
I love the scent off a man, his moaning and his heavy breath ♥ How do you like your foreplay? I would love to hear what you like ♥
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Posted on : May 28, 2022
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Commented on May 28, 2022
A satin blouse, deep cleavage, tight jeans, heeled boots; the stuff of fantasies. After dinner and drinks, waiting for the valet to bring our Jeep, my palm caresses your butt. In the shadows, I stand close behind you, glide my arm around you, as my hand follows the buttons of your blouse until your full breast fills my palm, my fingers playing with your rising nipple. As we drive, you spread your legs and my fingers follow the inseam from your knee, along your thigh, to a spot that is barely damp. You place your hand over mine and press down.
So begins a night of languid lust and sensual satisfaction. We have the house to ourselves and nowhere to go the next day. In each room we play, though the windows are open, our sexual aroma lingers
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Commented on May 28, 2022
A satin blouse, deep cleavage, tight jeans, heeled boots; the stuff of fantasies. After dinner and drinks, waiting for the valet to bring our Jeep, my palm caresses your butt. In the shadows, I stand close behind you, glide my arm around you, as my hand follows the buttons of your blouse until your full breast fills my palm, my fingers playing with your rising nipple. As we drive, you spread your legs and my fingers follow the inseam from your knee, along your thigh, to a spot that is barely damp. You place your hand over mine and press down.
So begins a night of languid lust and sensual satisfaction. We have the house to ourselves and nowhere to go the next day. In each room we play, though the windows are open, our sexual aroma lingers
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