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An erotic talk made of love

***Warning: Sexual references ahead***


— How would you fuck me?
— I'd fuck you like a dance. Slowly and close, passionate with our bodies pressed together one moment, then wild and dangerous at next. I'd be in control at first, your legs would involuntarily shiver as I slid my cock inside you, but as I submit to you, the power would change over time and you'd take command. You'd ride me until you experienced what it's like to cum with a man inside of you while I suck on your breasts. Then, like a dance I'd lead again, grabbing at your throat and fucking you from behind while we both laid on our sides, demanding you scream my name and that you want my cum until I finish in your pretty little mouth... Are you touching yourself?
— Yes.
— Do it slowly. Think of my breath on your neck.
— Keep going.
— Your fingers desperately digging into my back as I devour you. Grabbing my ass, pulling my cock deeper inside. Your moans. Me begging you to say in Spanish how you want to be fucked. My left hang cupping your right breast while my left hand massages your clit. Your tight wet pussy causing me to lose control. My cock throbbing. You begging me to not stop. Our tongues wrestling as you throw me off and demand that I fuck you like an animal from behind. Your ass arched towards the sky, my cock pounding you as I tickle your ass with my finger. Me gripping your hair, pulling your head back so I can kiss the corner of your mouth as I slow down and speed up dictating your pleasure upon each trust. I want to taste your cum, so I pull out and insert my tongue into you glistering pussy and you yell out with surprise. You flip me over and take my cock in your mouth. Your lips wrapped delicately around, tongue working its magic before I shove my dick all the way down your throat. 
— What do you want?
— I want you to cum. I want to hear your voice as you touch yourself. I want to hear you say "fuck me". God, I so badly want to fuck you.



— Would you come back someday even if it is in three years?
— Would you still suck my dick if I can't came back in three years?
— Of course I'll do.



— Are you sleepy?
— Not too much.
— I can tell you wouldn't let me sleep.
— If we were on the same bed right now, yes. I probably just demand you to play with my hair so I can fall sleep. Or to caress my back, that always helps. What would you do?
— I'd read to you. 



— We could listen to Pet Sounds and every Elliott Smith record.
— Please.

Thank you, D.

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