The blank canvas

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The canvas in white
Each of our encounters is a blank canvas that needs to be painted
The sketch is the most difficult part, we don't have it clear where it's heading and we let it flow, little by little we get closer, we explore with our hands and go guessing the world of the other.
I celebrate your nudity by caressing your curves (generous), the warm air between your breasts I absorb greedily, I get drunk and speed up a contact peon/lip... your breathing becomes deep and interrupted
My tongue starts to color, tracing you, savoring you, already in your nape I have to restrain the impulse to bite like a predator its prey, I divert to your mouth, and support my weight on your body, our centers touch, give heat, adapt...
My sex rubs against yours, you adjust to increase contact, your neck is now my target and while I explore it all gets wet and takes a slow and rhythmic pace
Very much to your dismay I separate and my mouth goes down hidden paths to the lower lips (in no way inferior) I stay at a thousand millimeters so you can feel the warmth of breathing, the tip of the tongue barely touches it, you breathe heavily and open your legs even more, yearning... I sink in, savor you, bite the soft parts, take you to the edge and stop
A finger invades you, now two... the rhythm of your hips asks for more speed and pressure, I please you, you start squeezing my face to your use the word: pussy, my mouth doesn't leave until you fall exhausted.
Now it's my sex that paints as it sinks into you but remains immobile to register your heat, the quiet becomes unbearable and you start a slow sway, your legs encircle me, our mouths meet again, you savor your juices in my lips...
From afar only sees flesh devouring flesh, but our heads also clash, tear each other apart, defy... responding to your provocations fuck you turn around and I violently fuck you, my thumb opens the way in your Booty and you already know what's next...
I pull it out very Swept away by your pleasures, I support and let it slowly take its course...you finish yourself off alone and I'm not even sure where you end and I begin...a stampede of heavy animals, a dam that breaks, an avalanche of punches in a packed tribune. My hands grip your hips, yours the mattress, and a desperate thrust takes me inside you to the stars and the finished canvas


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9 comentários - The blank canvas

De lejos solo se ve carne que garcha carne, pero nuestras cabezas también se cogen, se torean, se desafían…

Tremendo socio....
Gracias Lady!
Tremendo relato Paisa! Pintura que me remite a Leda y el Cisne, por bella pintura y por su tremenda carga erótica... Bravo!!!
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Gracias Paisa
La analogía con el lienzo en blanco y la pintura es excelente !
Caliente relato amigo !!!
Puntines y Reco !!!


Gracias por compartir.
Angie te deja Besos y Lamiditas !!!

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The blank canvas

Y quedó blanco, de leche, pero blanco, qué barbaridad !!

Gracias por compartir 👍
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