Our movements locked together,As if they seemed to rhyme,Our bodies dancing cheek to cheek,Just two partners in crime.While moving to the music,Bodies...in a gentle sway,No words needed to be spoken,Nothing we needed to say.Our undulating motions,Hip to hip we were wed,Had more to say than any tale,Or mere words ever said.Our continued rhyming movements,Thinly disguised as dance,Told of a story yet to be told,Hinted at future romance.As we danced away the evening,Generating a lover’s heat,Once. "Lori felt relieved, but then wondered. When Tony instructed her toclimb aboard, she squealed out in joy! Quickly, she straddled Tony andlowered her cunt over Tony's cock. The second he entered her, Lorigasped as a tidal wave of pleasure flooded her...'oh fuck' she thought,'I'm in heaven'! Lori moved her body up and down, impaling herself onTony's erection. She couldn't get enough of him and felt sensations shenever knew existed. The whole time she rode him, impaling herself onhis rod,. "Oh, you're one of those."For Pete's sake, guy, what's there to be intimidated by. The goddess is the greatest source of pleasure in the universe."I know, I know. It just seems so ... demeaning ... for the goddess, I mean." Of course its demeaning for the goddess, you sap! That's part of the miracle! The goddess is so awesome, we're not worthy to wipe her ass. Yet she humbles herself to be our lover." I know, I know," said Ron shaking his head. "It's just that ... I don't know." Look, you said. She has natural blonde, straight, shoulder-length hair, blue-eyes with thin, pink lips, very curvy, fit woman. She is about 165 cm and 50 kg with a tiny waist and small breasts. She is skinny, but fit. She is number one in the attractive category. Even her dressing code makes her exceptional. She loves black tanga and bras, pink shirts and mid-long skirts. Skirts emphasize her feminity, she thought. Of course, men loved her wearing short skirts back at high school, and in her mind somewhere,.