Cat must've got your tongue Kissin' on it 'til it's numb Got me sayin', "You the one" Sweat drippin', let it run Don't stop until I cum Then he beat it like drum, drum, drum, uh 'Cause tonight, no need to fight, I can ease your mind, oh I You got me feelin' it, shieverin', stutterin', that's okay
𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
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𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝟖𝐭𝐡, 𝟐:𝟐𝟐 𝐚𝐦
||Spread these pretty legs for me baby || — 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄
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A light beamed through the otherwise darkened room that became home of the three individuals who occupied the enclosed space. Like a symphony, their melodies orchestrated off of every wall within the room only containing a Queen sized bed, and walls that only reflected the things occurring between the bodies who lay upon the mattress. There was no escape from seeing it, not that any of them wished to.
A man, and two women, with only 2 of the three patrons finding themselves together. While the third, he opted to let them lead, for them to take control while his body found comfort upon a singular plush chair that sat in the corner of the room. His feet planted into the coldness of the cement ground, hands wet as he gently stroked himself as his eyes fixated on the sight before him. He couldn't take his eyes away from the untamed occurring before his eyes, from two women whose bodies he knew inside and out.
The scene in front of him looked to be like one out of a movie, unreal in every sense from the disbelief that still coursed within him at the events that'd be going down. He took the backseat, followed the lead of his wife whose body hovered over the one that lay in the middle of the bed with her arms laced around the neck of Amerie so gently.
Her eyes fluttered shut to bask in the intertwine of the feminine lips placed upon her own. With legs lightly parted, she invited in the woman whose body covered her own in place of the undergarments that'd usually be there. Her small moans trickled past her lips and into those of the woman before her, just as her bare waist sent a slow grind into the same nakedness of Amerie.
"Right- right there." Jaileen's shuddered moan whispered into the ear of Amerie whose mouth created its own trail down her nearly perfect melanin skin.
Amerie's kisses moved so slowly down her skin, ran over every imperfection as if she was trying to send her a message with her mouth alone. She was so sensual, moved with passion all along every tattoo and piercing that imprinted into the skin of Jaileen who submitted her body up to the woman who worked to please her. So softly, so slow with her hands moving up and down the sides she'd caressed so gently.
