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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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As we undress eachother and I touch her skin I feel warmth like a summer day.
She see's herself as imperfect, she focuses on her imperfections but it is those things that I find beauty in.
He is downstairs, cooking our meal, this is our time, I touch her breasts, she sees them as saggy, I see them as full. I place her hand upon my tummy, my imperfections, I encourage her to touch me, I show her my scars, I am a mum, I have carried my babies and will not be ashamed of my scars, I want to show her her beauty too.
I kiss her gently, enjoy her caress, I feel each inch of her body, feel her nipples tighten, we kiss deeply and passionately.
I move my hand to her haven, she is warm and moist, she is more beautiful than she knows.
I smell her arousal as I slowly push my finger in and out, as I circle her clit.
My desire to devour her ever increasing.... |
