Yeshe my love.
I woke up to you kissing my neck moving to my ears then to my face. I couldn't help but smile and return the favour. You explored my body with your boney hands while we kissed and you located and massaged my womanhood.
"I guess that's what nirvana is like," moaned. Soon the hand was not enough and I whispered softly in your ear that I wanted more. I guided your down my torso to my womanhood where you massages it with your tounge and then lapped up my juices. I let you flip me over and kissed me in the behind and bit my lip trying to suppress a groan. The kissing and massaging. I knew when you're done when the sensations stops and saw you laying beside me holding my hand, gently smiling.
I rolled on top of you and gently kissed you and rode you. I then gently kissed you shoulder, calvical and neck and finished with your face and mouth. You gently stroked my face with your hand and told me that you loved me.
"Lama Tsang I love you" I said while fooling around with your member. "You a kind and gentle soul. I am blessed to have you." We kissed.
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Amoung the prayer flags
RomanceNebo was a young woman who did think she'd fall in love a man or a monk at this. But her looking for shelter lead her to true in the for of 60 year old yeshe tsang. This is talking place during the first Dalai Lamas. Based on my past life. Thi...
