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Darkside
Slowly you ground your pel-
vic bone into my groin area
making me catch my breath.
Your face was only inches
from mine and your tongue
gently flicked out touching first
my lips, then my nose, then
my eyes. Your hands moved
gently up my arms, over my
shoulders, and then onto my
neck and face, caressing and
stroking my cheeks and tem-
ples.
I reached up and moved my
hands up under the purple
shirt that I like so much and
gently cupped your breasts,
slowly and carefully squeez-
ing your nipples between my
thumbs and forefingers. You
catch your breath as desire
slowly overwhelms you and
you plunge your tongue into
the back of my throat.
Your hands move down quick-
ly and undo the belt I have
holding up my shorts. Quickly
you undo the snap and pull
down the zipper. I arch my
back up and you expertly pull
the shorts and underwear off
and drop them at my feet. My
manhood can now feel that
you have no underwear on
under that blue-jean skirt as
you rub yourself against me
searching for the tip of my
manhood with your vagina.
Suddenly, having found both
connections, you slam your
pelvis down on my groin
impaling yourself with such
terrific force you gasp from
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the exertion. I grit my teeth to
keep it from ending right there
and then. I reach back and
grab your butt cheeks one in
each hand as you begin to
gently move yourself up and
down, back and forth. Our
breathing, or should I say our
gasps, are in unison now.
You begin to nibble on my
right ear as the middle finger
of my right hand finds its way
into your anus and tickles its
way around. As it does you
bite down hard on my ear lobe
almost causing me to loose
my control. Even so, I arch my
back hard driving myself deep-
er into you as I pull you toward
me with both hands.
Your nipples are sweaty, yet
the salty taste inspires me and
titillates me as I lick and suck
them, first one, then the oth-
er. Your breasts have always
been something I wanted
more of and you know it as
you push your chest against
my face almost smothering
me.
Your breathing becomes faster
and faster and your insides
clamp down on my manhood
squeezing me toward the
eventual and sought after
outpouring and release. Sud-
denly my back arches and I
drive myself into you as far
as I possibly can. We gasp in
unison as the fluids pump in
gigantic waves from the bot-
tom of my testicles, through
my penis, into your vagina,
‘My man-
hood can
now feel
that you
have no
under-
wear on
under that
blue-jean
skirt...’