No matter how much you love your guy, you should never settle for actions that are less than amazing. Getting creative and playful with flexible actions will solve any stress and make you moan. I was ready to finally show her what I was about but I want to see what she was about. I laid her on the bed and asked "What are your aspirations for the night? Is it to reach things unattainable or to see what your anatomy is made of? I have made you reach new heights already tonight let's see what you have to offer." To see which height you can carry and how far you can climb my tree.
She made a V with her finger on both sides of her clitoris slowly moving her flesh up and down, as if I didn't arouse you enough. She placed my hands over hers. She slowly started to capture my attention in a way no one would understand. I guess she was ready to accept me into her passage. The size and quality of my personality didn't matter, it didn't correlate to the size of my dick; It was time for strategic positioning. I was one guy who knew how to work her body, who knew how to explore and bring forth her talent.
On her back she went again, I pushed her legs closer to her chest; it created such an electrifying view. I reach down between her legs and rubbed along her chest and kissed her. I haven't felt like this for a stranger I met just a week ago before. But I didn't care; I was ready to make her feel more than a woman.
Interleaving for the first time meant our bodies became one. Our body joint for intercourse. She was so tense and I am sure it wasn't her first time. The further I pushed the more her muscles contracted on my dick. I started to move faster but she then push me away; was the pain was too much? I asked her if she wanted to stop but the she brought me over to the coffee table and brace me unto it, letting my legs hang off the edge. I could tell I was about to become her sex slave and learn a few new moves. She placed her legs on the side of my leg and she started to maneuver on top of me, I place my hands on her hip as she moved up and down, side to side and even in an eight swivel. I just felt the blood rushing to my dick as she moves. I got harder and harder with every twist and twirl. I could tell was no stranger to sex. It came to my mind that she watches porn. She was too innocent to be a stripper or whore. Or is she?
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Captured
RomanceThis book is about the powers of great intimacy and how it easily captures one's soul.