After the thrilling kiss and the makeup you presented me, how long could I be mad at you? It was stupid even for me to get mad at something so stupid. And the sweetness and love you showed me warms my heart even more. So later that night, after eating steak, I toasted for you, and wine I bought especially for tonight, I hold you close to me, looking deep into your eyes, into your soul. Seeing the sweetness that is there, I hold you near me, my hands on your breads pushing them firmly, with passion. By pressing my lips upon yours, my tongue by seeking your tongue, by seeking your soul. As our mouths melt, I let my hands pick up your jeans and push them down. Oh, Carol, your skin is so soft, so hot. I can feel your warmth getting in your panties. My fingers trace your wet slit through your panties, pressing them into you gently, ginger, with love. You moan in my mouth and start moving your hips in time with my finger. Baby, you’re so sexy… You move your hands from my ass to the front of my jeans and you can feel the passion I have for you there. So swollen and so hard to touch, you help me free my hard cock and lower my jeans and underwear on the floor. I’m hard and in your hand while you hit me back and forth, while I rub my fingers up and down your slit on the outside of your panties. Wanting to feel you, I put your panties’ leg aside and sip my finger in your wet heat… oh my love… so wet and so hot… I run my finger forward in your wet valley of femininity, feeling you’re moving. I’m so glad to see you’re excited about my actions, and I think I’m getting even harder in your hand. We are trapping each other with such a passion for heat that burns with an inexhaustible flame. Soon our lips separate and we look again in our eyes. Our thoughts do not need words, we know other desires. I reluctantly move my fingers from your hot cave and put them on my lips, licking the sweet cream that gathered there. You at the same time move my hard stick and place it at the entrance of your pussy. You rub the tip up and down, imitating the action my fingers were doing on you. Our eyes are closed to each other, and our breathing is erratic because the feeling is so intense.
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