DusklightManor – I want your cock when we're alone E1 #102 [10 min]
At DusklightManor: A Night of Eagerness
Baby, I’ve been longing for you all day. The thought of your luscious shape and those beefy, maturing melons had me hard as a rock by noon. The sun had set, casting an eerie glow over At DusklightManor, and I could feel the chill in the air. But fear not, darling, because tonight, I’m not letting anything cool off my eagerness for you.
The Manor Whispers
The manor creaked and groaned like an older lover, the wind wailing outside as if it were trying to join in our sinful play. I stared into the fireplace, the flames dancing and flickering, casting an eerie glow over the room. I could almost hear the manor whispering, pleading for us to satisfy our needs.
The Call of the Night
I rose from my chair, my heart fuck like a drum in my chest. I could feel the tension building within me, the passion to be close to you, to feel your soft skin against mine. I stalked towards the darkness, the manor’s shadows clinging to me like a lover’s embrace.
The Prize
And then, there you were. Standing before the fireplace, your silhouette illuminated by the dancing flames. Your jumbo, maturing melons were like two globes of heaven, jiggling with every move you made. I could almost taste the sweetness of your flesh, the intoxicating scent of your womanhood filling the air.
The Descent
I approached you, my heart racing, my manhood throbbing with heat. I reached out, my fingers tracing the curve of your breast, feeling the weight of your flesh in my hand. You moaned sloly, a sound that sent a jolt of pleasure through my body.
The Pleasure
I leaned in, my lips hovering just above your nipple. I could feel the anticipation radiating from your chest, the scent of your arousal filling my senses. I took you into my mouth, sucking and licking at your flesh, tasting the sweet nectar that flowed from your mold.
The Peak
You moaned louder, your build writhing with feast. I could feel your eagerness building, the tension in your curves coiling like a spring. I wanted to push you over the edge, to feel the way your physique shuddered with release.
The High
We laid there, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths zenith in ragged gasps. The manor whispered around us, the night air cool against our skin. I traced my fingers over your soft flesh, the weight of your colossal, maturing melons still heavy in my hand.
The Promise
I promise, darling, that every night will be like this. Every night, I will crave your company, your touch, and those massive, maturing melons that drive me passionate. Until the aftermath of time, you will be the object of my enjoys, the prize that I will always chase.
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