Making Love….I think she loves me what you think
Making Love…. Gentle touch, your kiss, my lips, Tasting you in delightful sips. Your scent lingers, tracing fingers, Softly caressed, as undressed, teasing, Giving pleasure velvet fingertips, eclipse. Warm moist lips seducing, with every kiss, Swirling tongue quickens as I’m undone, bliss. Only one... Sign in to see full entry.