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Fires of Groin buried in the Moon
Prone I lay after early long night session of a ride to the moon. My sun has gone down long after the action. All is quiet under my flower stud sheet. My eyes all buried in my soft pillow. Nude but warm I lay undisturbed, lost in my world without any thought.
The cock begins to crow calling in the dawn. You pull off the sheet and jab at my butt. By this my sun comes up and I change my posture from prone to supine to free my sun to stand up tall. Then like a club to a ball on a course, stroke by stroke with masterful tenderness, on the rise to the occasion you slither my tower of a sun of a ball into your moon of a hole of a world.
I grunt. Sitting astride over me, working in sync, you can push from the top; I push from below in a rhythm of a gallop. I grunt out in pleasure Mmmh… Lity, I love this ride, please don’t stop till thy kingdom come.”
Rocking steadily dubbing, I grunt and you moan, I grunt as you moan, I grunt as you moan breathing steadily, your hands on your knees as I slosh my sun in your moon. Still breathing heavily, tiring in the posture rubbing and digging, moving steadily. You wrap me in love as I bathe you in the sweat from our glands.
Further and further, higher and higher we fire each other. Deeper and deeper I aim to reach into you. Locked in ourselves, groin to groin, nipple in mouth we blaze our fires on the way to heaven, consuming each another.
I am buried in your moon with my sun at the peak of its fire blazing hot between your thighs. Rubadub heart beat play rock steady, as my butt in the dark do the nudy-dudy dance.
Undulating shadow on the wall imitate the rhythm of your movement like a solemn night horse rider belated in the eventide.
On and on and on we go fulfilling the pleasure of love. You blow up my sun as I poke your fire and we together invoke the very essence of body and soul, man and woman, flesh and blood.
We burn away this world between our legs in our hairless groins. Oh, how I love the flesh of this area. A shrine of a kind in an hour of worship.
We reach heaven’s gate and you scream with a jerk. I shoot live arrows in your slithery wet world, where skin calls to skin laden with a tickle.
I look into your eyes and they bear my name Nii-Nii-Nii. They are full of me.
Love is me and love is you.
Our kingdom come. I slosh out of you lying sapped on me. Your honey tastes good Lity my love. My stick fits well.
Our joy overflows. Our mission is accomplished.
Let life flow and let love grow forever and ever.
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