Dear Sweatheart the passion with you exhausted me. I’m in my bed and in the mood for you lying in front of me, so my hands glides with gentle caresses touching over your nice face, warm wet lips, soft neck, erected nipples of your beautiful breasts deeper to your lithe legs, where your juices are already flowing with my soft fingers I massage your clit and my tongue lapping up your tangy nectar, now you put your mouth around my hard shaft and sucking to the pulsing top, so I get in your throbbing pussy, coating the length of my pole with your nectar as you cries out for more and loosing you… Read more