Her hands-on my head, holding me against her pulsing sex, this new feeling confirmed I was home where I belonged. A home of love, passion, and an awar...ness of each other's needs.I loved the taste of her release. I still licked, not so aggressively but such tender loving licks. That moment, I knew what real fulfilling love was. Love is not sex, sex is not love. Love is desiring to please and pleasure each other without hesitation. To be instrumental in each other's fulfillment.We showered. The moment they had been waiting for had arrived and was in motion, let loose it would ravish all in its path. I felt lethargic the limbs of my body weighed heavily, my breasts aching and full with milk exceeding my daughter's needs I was constantly leaking soaking through my clothes, unable to find relief I've kept the breast pump in use, I'm desperate to find a solution to my dilemma. My mind is unsettled I don't know what to do with myself, the increasing tension across my chest makes me. " he flashes an apologetic smile. Ashlee nods, and rolls on top of him and kisses him passionately, and moves down to his boxers and takes out his length. She kisses the tip and puts it only half way. She beings bobbing her head up and down on it. Dashitre chokes back a moans, after a few minutes, he begins panting and he pushes Ashlee's mouth down on his male organ. After a few more thrusts Ashlee's face is covered with his man juices. Ashlee licks Dashitre's junk clean and washes off. "That. This is my first story, so do be lenient. Thanks!
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