The intense feeling of extasy, with pleasure one screams uneasily. The grasps of bodies shivering, with delight ones lip is quivering. The wet drippeg of sweat, with the back not being the only thing wet. She slowly releases and in he goes, her body starts shaking and she wiggles her toes. The hand searches the body with helpless greed, the body keeps on moving because it's ready to feed. For once the bodies are disconnected, one of the bodies seem to be reflected. Soon as the intensity is all gone, they talk to each other like birds singing a song.The love making is not over now it's time to snuggle, they both lay back and get ready to cuddle.
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I would like to dedicate this to my nephew. I can't just say I thought of it myself I was actually thinking about my first love. He has moved on and so have I. I really con't think people understand the importance of being the first.
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