She is my plump, stout, curvy, sexy chocolate freak,
dressed in skintight black from cleavage to toe,
the numerous undulating gallons of her massive torso-sized bliss-bosom
stuffed into a powerful bullet-bra dominating her entire thick form,
her long, tight, deep breast-valley swimming to and fro with every step she takes
towards me, mesmerizing me as she
licks her luscious lips with delicious heat. She
overwhelms me with the full weight of her erect bullet-bra bliss-bosom
suddenly,
powerfully pressed against that bulge in my pants,
her tight breast-cleavage bulging as she rhythmically thrusts her massive bust
against my throbbing tower. Her sweet lips moan for more. She
only pulls up her massive love-mountains so that she can
undo my pants and set my erect pillar free, then she
blissfully buries my naked tower
under her mountainous bullet-bra sex-dynamo,
completely smothering my full length with her powerful primal rhythm.
Instinctively, she whispers, "Give it to me,"
as she maneuvers my aching-hard pillar into her deep breast-valley,
the swelling, smothering bliss of her bullet-bra bust-cleavage
causing my throbbing tower to explode with a thick flood of warm love-seed.
"Mmmmmh," she moans with such sweet ecstasy,
her titanic torso-sized bullet-bra bust blissfully containing every last drop,
like the sweetest of lotions,
her long, tight, deep bullet-bra breast-cleavage
faithfully embracing, powerfully devouring my tower
for hours on end.
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I love the way my sweet chocolate freak
screams with uncontrollable ecstasy
every time I passionately pump my pounding pillar
deep inside her soft, wet, sucking blossom,
day after delicious day,
night after nasty night,
hour after orgasmic hour,
her two moist petals caressing the length of my love-shaft
as I thrust deeper
and deeper
and deeper
and deeper.
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Thursday, September 27, 2012
A Thing for Bras
She
has a thing for bras.
My lovely, luscious lady
has a thing for bras,
Plus-Size bras, soft-cup bras, wire-free bras. She
has a thing for bras because
her massive torso-sized nurse-bosom has a thing for me.
And she
has a thing for doing things with bras because
her deep, undulating breast-valley
has a thing for doing freaky things to me
all night. The exquisite sight of
her two tremendous, pendulous love-breasts
always delights me. Her numerous undulating gallons of orgasmic bliss-bosom
always excite me. But this time, she
overwhelmed me with an out-of-nowhere surprise.
The moment she saw my manhood rise while I gazed
at the immense size of her massive nurse-bosom
quivering with unrestrained passion under her favorite soft-cup bra, she
made me straddle her supple waist, then she
took my tower and tucked it gently, deliciously
underneath that wonderful thing called her bra, feeding my full length
into the warm, bottomless, undulating, satisfying depths
of her deep, thirsty breast-valley,
the soft underside of her sumptuous bra caressing the base of me,
the heat of her sweet cleavage jealously embracing the length of me,
and her deep moans of bliss filling me with ecstasy.
I had no idea
she had this sweet, sexy thing for bras,
her loving voice moaning with orgasmic bliss
every time my rivers of love-seed exploded
deep inside her bountiful bra-covered breast-valley,
her massive, undulating nurse-breasts savoring my every thrust,
night after night, her pendulous love-bosom
always yearning for me, always receiving me,
always satisfying me, always being satisfied by me,
faithfully. She
has a thing for bras.
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has a thing for bras.
My lovely, luscious lady
has a thing for bras,
Plus-Size bras, soft-cup bras, wire-free bras. She
has a thing for bras because
her massive torso-sized nurse-bosom has a thing for me.
And she
has a thing for doing things with bras because
her deep, undulating breast-valley
has a thing for doing freaky things to me
all night. The exquisite sight of
her two tremendous, pendulous love-breasts
always delights me. Her numerous undulating gallons of orgasmic bliss-bosom
always excite me. But this time, she
overwhelmed me with an out-of-nowhere surprise.
The moment she saw my manhood rise while I gazed
at the immense size of her massive nurse-bosom
quivering with unrestrained passion under her favorite soft-cup bra, she
made me straddle her supple waist, then she
took my tower and tucked it gently, deliciously
underneath that wonderful thing called her bra, feeding my full length
into the warm, bottomless, undulating, satisfying depths
of her deep, thirsty breast-valley,
the soft underside of her sumptuous bra caressing the base of me,
the heat of her sweet cleavage jealously embracing the length of me,
and her deep moans of bliss filling me with ecstasy.
I had no idea
she had this sweet, sexy thing for bras,
her loving voice moaning with orgasmic bliss
every time my rivers of love-seed exploded
deep inside her bountiful bra-covered breast-valley,
her massive, undulating nurse-breasts savoring my every thrust,
night after night, her pendulous love-bosom
always yearning for me, always receiving me,
always satisfying me, always being satisfied by me,
faithfully. She
has a thing for bras.
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Amorous Dance
It always starts with
a delicate dance, tumbling, cascading with
fluid anticipation, glistening, exploding and
billowing with rhythmic passion, bursting,
moaning, soaring and screaming with ecstasy,
then gently settling down, letting go, resting
in the simmering afterglow of it all.
Her titanic torso-sized breasts
swimming over and under my fingers
like a flowing fluid flood, my
powerful pillar profoundly dances deliciously deep
between her billowing breasts of blissful beauty,
fulfilling her faithful flight frequently and
phenomenally. Inwardly, she sings my name,
her two undulating nurse-mountains dancing with delight,
my thrusting tower trapped between their numerous quivering gallons of mass
like an ancient sanctuary overflowing with
my creamy fountain of virility.
Her deeply devouring cleavage dances
the dance of ten million ejaculations,
and my buried pillar bursts with creamy bliss
yet again, her powerfully massive breasts slowly undulating
like immense engines of orgasmic ecstasy. She
moans and screams like the blissful birth of stars and galaxies
as her billowing breasts swim to and fro like oceans of love,
dancing with endless waves of amorous fulfillment.
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a delicate dance, tumbling, cascading with
fluid anticipation, glistening, exploding and
billowing with rhythmic passion, bursting,
moaning, soaring and screaming with ecstasy,
then gently settling down, letting go, resting
in the simmering afterglow of it all.
Her titanic torso-sized breasts
swimming over and under my fingers
like a flowing fluid flood, my
powerful pillar profoundly dances deliciously deep
between her billowing breasts of blissful beauty,
fulfilling her faithful flight frequently and
phenomenally. Inwardly, she sings my name,
her two undulating nurse-mountains dancing with delight,
my thrusting tower trapped between their numerous quivering gallons of mass
like an ancient sanctuary overflowing with
my creamy fountain of virility.
Her deeply devouring cleavage dances
the dance of ten million ejaculations,
and my buried pillar bursts with creamy bliss
yet again, her powerfully massive breasts slowly undulating
like immense engines of orgasmic ecstasy. She
moans and screams like the blissful birth of stars and galaxies
as her billowing breasts swim to and fro like oceans of love,
dancing with endless waves of amorous fulfillment.
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Watched the Glowing Embers
They watched the glowing embers.
Her breasts were puffed up and
ready for action, her cleavage,
an ancient, bottomless valley
gaping with thirst, her thighs revealing long-lost passionate
secrets in their midst. Hers
is an eye that seeks the moment.
Her soul was never known to wander.
Her heart was never once afraid of certainty.
Hers were massive breasts that always nurtured,
gave comforting fulfillment. She
went to the precipice and found meaning
for her timeless lover, theirs having long since become
a fire that never sleeps,
time unraveling the deepest of melodies.
I wish that roses never flew away.
Their souls ascend like languishing butterflies,
their memories
burning like the embers of bygone times.
It is more than enough for her to remember
these. I embraced her fluid form
and filled her with contentment. She
remembered me again. As one, we sat motionless
and watched the glowing embers.
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Her breasts were puffed up and
ready for action, her cleavage,
an ancient, bottomless valley
gaping with thirst, her thighs revealing long-lost passionate
secrets in their midst. Hers
is an eye that seeks the moment.
Her soul was never known to wander.
Her heart was never once afraid of certainty.
Hers were massive breasts that always nurtured,
gave comforting fulfillment. She
went to the precipice and found meaning
for her timeless lover, theirs having long since become
a fire that never sleeps,
time unraveling the deepest of melodies.
I wish that roses never flew away.
Their souls ascend like languishing butterflies,
their memories
burning like the embers of bygone times.
It is more than enough for her to remember
these. I embraced her fluid form
and filled her with contentment. She
remembered me again. As one, we sat motionless
and watched the glowing embers.
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乳沟女王
You are full of surprises.
My fairest ladylove, my faithful orchid,
you are so full of sweet surprises, delicious surprises.
Even like timeless China, your exquisitely wondrous homeland,
the beautiful landscape of your slender, graceful form
is so full of spicy surprises, passionate surprises,
like a wet lotus whose petals are always open to receive me,
to satisfy and be satisfied by me,
repeatedly, continuously,
consummately. My sweet blossom, you truly surprised me,
slowly approaching me and nearly topless and unadorned except for
your dazzling little queen's-tiara and
that amazing cleavage-bra I will now never forget,
that sexy silky shelf puffing up your round, firm, swelling breasts
into a quivering mountain of ecstasies whose supple, gaping valley
became deep with desire.
"Your 乳沟女王 wants what is hers," you said quietly,
sensually, aromatically, as you sat before me,
enthroned upon your favorite chair with pillows,
took my erect pillar into your delicate hands,
and gently pressed it against your supple bosom,
your two plump breasts swelling around the base of it as you
rhythmically thrust your lovely chest upward and
massaged it blissfully, deeply. "Your 乳沟女王 commands you to cum.
Cum for me. Give it all to me," you moaned quietly,
repeatedly, your mountainous breasts swelling higher and higher
around the base of my strong tower
as your graceful hands pressed it ever deeper and deeper
into your lovely, soft, satisfying chest.
Already caressing your exquisitely beautiful shoulders, I
held on passionately as my warm rivers of love-seed
exploded forth, drenching your powerful nurse-bosom with
wet ecstasy, your nurturing hands deliciously massaging
my throbbing tower and flowing virility
all over your satisfying nurse-chest as you moaned with
profound fulfillment. "Your 乳沟女王
always enjoys taking care of what is hers," you moaned softly,
lovingly, surprising me yet again by eagerly and instinctively
wrapping your soft, pouting lips and nimble tongue around my virile pillar,
blissfully sucking, sucking, swallowing, drinking every last drop of me
like a passionately wet lotus of profound desire,
gently wedging my satisfied tower between your loving nurse-breasts
when you knew that you had truly taken it all.
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My fairest ladylove, my faithful orchid,
you are so full of sweet surprises, delicious surprises.
Even like timeless China, your exquisitely wondrous homeland,
the beautiful landscape of your slender, graceful form
is so full of spicy surprises, passionate surprises,
like a wet lotus whose petals are always open to receive me,
to satisfy and be satisfied by me,
repeatedly, continuously,
consummately. My sweet blossom, you truly surprised me,
slowly approaching me and nearly topless and unadorned except for
your dazzling little queen's-tiara and
that amazing cleavage-bra I will now never forget,
that sexy silky shelf puffing up your round, firm, swelling breasts
into a quivering mountain of ecstasies whose supple, gaping valley
became deep with desire.
"Your 乳沟女王 wants what is hers," you said quietly,
sensually, aromatically, as you sat before me,
enthroned upon your favorite chair with pillows,
took my erect pillar into your delicate hands,
and gently pressed it against your supple bosom,
your two plump breasts swelling around the base of it as you
rhythmically thrust your lovely chest upward and
massaged it blissfully, deeply. "Your 乳沟女王 commands you to cum.
Cum for me. Give it all to me," you moaned quietly,
repeatedly, your mountainous breasts swelling higher and higher
around the base of my strong tower
as your graceful hands pressed it ever deeper and deeper
into your lovely, soft, satisfying chest.
Already caressing your exquisitely beautiful shoulders, I
held on passionately as my warm rivers of love-seed
exploded forth, drenching your powerful nurse-bosom with
wet ecstasy, your nurturing hands deliciously massaging
my throbbing tower and flowing virility
all over your satisfying nurse-chest as you moaned with
profound fulfillment. "Your 乳沟女王
always enjoys taking care of what is hers," you moaned softly,
lovingly, surprising me yet again by eagerly and instinctively
wrapping your soft, pouting lips and nimble tongue around my virile pillar,
blissfully sucking, sucking, swallowing, drinking every last drop of me
like a passionately wet lotus of profound desire,
gently wedging my satisfied tower between your loving nurse-breasts
when you knew that you had truly taken it all.
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