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Sucking your Dick
 
Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you.  I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you.  Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least.  In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me.  I place my hand at the base of your dick.  I survey my prize.  My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip.  
 
Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes.  Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you.  Soft and gentle.  I use my tongue to get your dick wet.  I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control.  I lick every inch of steely resolve.  I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft.  I lick the head.  “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say.  Your breathing gets louder.  
 
I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently.  I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes.  I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth.  I slide my lips all the way down.  Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now.  I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you.  I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture.  I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second.  
 
You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat.  “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle.  I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you.  Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher.  I want more.  You need it.  I’m so hungry for your passion.  I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 
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Sucking your Dick
 
Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you.  I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you.  Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least.  In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me.  I place my hand at the base of your dick.  I survey my prize.  My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip.  
 
Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes.  Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you.  Soft and gentle.  I use my tongue to get your dick wet.  I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control.  I lick every inch of steely resolve.  I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft.  I lick the head.  “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say.  Your breathing gets louder.  
 
I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently.  I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes.  I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth.  I slide my lips all the way down.  Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now.  I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you.  I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture.  I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second.  
 
You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat.  “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle.  I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you.  Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher.  I want more.  You need it.  I’m so hungry for your passion.  I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 
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Sucking your Dick
 
Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you.  I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you.  Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least.  In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me.  I place my hand at the base of your dick.  I survey my prize.  My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip.  
 
Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes.  Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you.  Soft and gentle.  I use my tongue to get your dick wet.  I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control.  I lick every inch of steely resolve.  I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft.  I lick the head.  “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say.  Your breathing gets louder.  
 
I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently.  I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes.  I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth.  I slide my lips all the way down.  Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now.  I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you.  I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture.  I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second.  
 
You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat.  “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle.  I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you.  Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher.  I want more.  You need it.  I’m so hungry for your passion.  I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 
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Sucking your Dick
 
Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you.  I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you.  Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least.  In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me.  I place my hand at the base of your dick.  I survey my prize.  My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip.  
 
Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes.  Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you.  Soft and gentle.  I use my tongue to get your dick wet.  I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control.  I lick every inch of steely resolve.  I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft.  I lick the head.  “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say.  Your breathing gets louder.  
 
I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently.  I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes.  I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth.  I slide my lips all the way down.  Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now.  I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you.  I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture.  I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second.  
 
You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat.  “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle.  I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you.  Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher.  I want more.  You need it.  I’m so hungry for your passion.  I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 
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Sucking your Dick
 
Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you.  I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you.  Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least.  In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me.  I place my hand at the base of your dick.  I survey my prize.  My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip.  
 
Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes.  Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you.  Soft and gentle.  I use my tongue to get your dick wet.  I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control.  I lick every inch of steely resolve.  I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft.  I lick the head.  “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say.  Your breathing gets louder.  
 
I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently.  I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes.  I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth.  I slide my lips all the way down.  Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now.  I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you.  I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture.  I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second.  
 
You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat.  “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle.  I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you.  Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher.  I want more.  You need it.  I’m so hungry for your passion.  I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 
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Sucking your Dick
 
Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you.  I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you.  Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least.  In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me.  I place my hand at the base of your dick.  I survey my prize.  My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip.  
 
Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes.  Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you.  Soft and gentle.  I use my tongue to get your dick wet.  I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control.  I lick every inch of steely resolve.  I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft.  I lick the head.  “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say.  Your breathing gets louder.  
 
I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently.  I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes.  I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth.  I slide my lips all the way down.  Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now.  I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you.  I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture.  I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second.  
 
You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat.  “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle.  I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you.  Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher.  I want more.  You need it.  I’m so hungry for your passion.  I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 
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Sucking your Dick

 

Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you.  I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you.  Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least.  In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me.  I place my hand at the base of your dick.  I survey my prize.  My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip. 

 

Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes.  Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you.  Soft and gentle.  I use my tongue to get your dick wet.  I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control.  I lick every inch of steely resolve.  I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft.  I lick the head.  “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say.  Your breathing gets louder. 

 

I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently.  I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes.  I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth.  I slide my lips all the way down.  Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now.  I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you.  I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture.  I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second. 

 

You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat.  “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle.  I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you.  Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher.  I want more.  You need it.  I’m so hungry for your passion.  I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 

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Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 
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Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 
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Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 
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Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 
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Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 
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Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 
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Midnight Tango
 
It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking.  
 
“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.
 
We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression.  
 
Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 
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Midnight Tango

 

It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking. 

 

“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.

 

We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression. 

 

Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 

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