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When We Love

Tags: love, lust, passion

It starts with love, as my hands roam his body. I feel his enjoyment, he gasps when my hands find those moan inducing spots. 

Loving him is slow, sensual as we both feel so deep. His hands find my thighs and I moan out loud. 

We intertwine like vines, sliding in and out of each other effortlessly. Knowing the other is fully embedded in our passion.

Lips as one, tongues switching between fighting for room and sucking the other. 

Hips thrusting, moans fill the air as we reach our lusts center. 

Finishing slow, wrapped in each other. One with another, four legs one heart and mind.

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