To a gentle lover. Compared to the brothel the the room we sleep in at the monastery seem dull and sterile I thought to myself as woke up. So I went back to sleep but was woken up by you tracing the shop of my lips with your tounge. I let my tounge to meet with yours in a dance. We kissed and I traced the shape of your lips with my tounge to arouse you. Suddenly all the blood in my body rushed to my womanhood with the ultimate sense of pleasure while we smothered eachother with kisses. "I hope you don't mind, I thought you wanted to be pleasured, " you said kissing me. It turned out you were also massaging and probing your fingers in my womanhood. I rolled my hips to the rythm of your fingers in my womb. Oh the excitement. You went down into my breasts and suckled gently on my breast and nipple as if you were making love to it. You then took your mouth off my left one and the suckled the right one. My nipples were erect and I could feel your hardness entering me. I took you by the chin and gently kissed you in the mouth. We coupled for most of the morning.
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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...