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she made his lust feel heavy
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She made his lust feel heavy
His teenage mind was still reeling in the morning
Thinking about her. She was 31. No, 31. He was 19.
His nuts felt heavy. His cock was sore and heavy on his leg.
She made his lust feel heavy
Like a thick perfume of some flower he'd only just learned to recognize.
The scent between a woman's legs.
She made his lust feel heavy.
Heavy in his mind.
And in his mind in erotic exulted slow motion
She was sitting in his lap again
On the corner of his bed
Moving on him.
Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and Up and down and up and down and up and down and up and down and...
Jizzing up between the slippery tight lips of her cunt, he nearly cried for joy.
Now he was jerking off.
Again.
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Posted on : Sep 23, 2016
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Commented on Sep 25, 2016
Yeah, when I was younger, I admit, I liked the "Morticia Addams" types, or their teenage counterparts... but as I've gotten older, I've learned to appreciate the "curvy cuties," like the Frazetta girls from the paintings by Frank Frazetta... girls with an ass to grab onto and hump like you mean it... just like the ass in the photo above... my lover's ass looks like that, and I always kiss it and tongue it before I start rubbing my stiffening, pre-cum dripping cock between those sweet, round cheeks...
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