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Your figure is beautiful and different parts are shaped like different things. This pic reminds me of a wonderful juicy and delicious peach! Thanks for sharing your beauty with us!
Love to watch as my bulbous cock head slid inside you and i heard your gasps as you took it balls deep before feeling it thrusting hard inside you and your bouncing ass being spanked while your tits swayed and slapped till you felt my big strong cum loads coating your depths
I never tire of your naughty bits . . . the many views of you . . . each view is at once a memory and a wish . . . and so it is now as I watch your soft curl covered lips descend to me . . . your knees move wider as you settle . . . then you feel me blow kisses and you know you are close . . . another inch and I lift to lick your cleft . . . parting your hairy mound . . . . little thrills emanate from your center . . . heat rushes up and out . . . you drop the last inch and I reach up to hold your thighs . . . my mouth opens and smothers your sex in a wanton french kiss . . . my cock surges . . . jumps for joy . . . your heart beats faster as you roll your hips and kiss me back with sweet moving pressures . . . and so it goes . . . our pleasuring . . . my tongue finds your stiff nubbin . . . I lick and push . . . circle and flick . . . listening to your sighs and moans . . . feeling your little jumps . . . and there . . . there is the right combination . . . the touch your body needs and wants . . . over and over until any sensation feels too much and then you are there . . . you gush and I lick the flat of my tongue on your sex . . . I can feel your every spasm and clutch . . . taste all your juices . . . I'm a mess but I don't care . . . you came for me and now I can fuck you . . . fill you from my own spasms . . .