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Alex’s lips pressed against yours, so desperate and wanting that you were gonna lose it, fucking lose it. Your hands tangled in his hair as you felt his lips trail down across your chin, over the span of your throat, nipping gently on the skin of your neck. Alex felt you gulp, felt the quickening of your pulse and you did snap, letting out a throaty moan, so goddamn needy for him and he hasn’t done much more than kissing, he felt so lucky to be the one to make you feel like this. Alex’s lips left a

shifted his body up. The tip of his cock brushed her slit as he moved, bringing forth a groan, before he slipped back down, an ice-cube held between his lips. He met her gaze, then let it fall from his mouth, slightly melted, onto her torso. "That's a good girl, beg for me." He hold of her wrists, lifted his arms above her head and kissed her lips. "Should I let you come, Elena?" Brett arched a brow, then dipped his head and kissed her neck, issuing bites, licks and nipples to her flesh, and slowly

Standing at a small, but significant ten inches, this sculpture is reminiscent of the late Roman portraiture style, but delving into the symbolic expression of the early Byzantine provincial portraiture period. This portrait is from the fifth century, estimated sometime from 400-420 AD. Originally from Syria, Asia by an unknown artist, it currently is held at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts and credited to The Putnam Dana McMillan Fund. The elements within this portrait all are noteworthy in the

length of my torso before coming to rest with one upon my breast and the other upon my mound of Venus; my pleasure place quivered with the desire to be penetrated. All the while, his mouth kissed and suckled my neck. His tongue teased my ear before his lips traveled the length of my shoulder. “Je t 'aime chérie - I love you, Désirée,” his voice had become husky with need. “Je t 'aime aussi, mon homme chéri; vous me frisson avec votre passion,” I responded, he was a darling and his passion thrilled me

of me walking away. Folding my arms under my breasts I watch as he pick up the discarded clothing by the closet. "What is it that you meant then?" Turning with a pile of clothing in his arms his lips part to speak. "You don 't let me in, " "I do let you in, "I say knowing from the moment that it left my lips that it was a half lie. Tossing the clothing into the hamper he turn on me shaking his head." No, you don 't." I huff looking up at his ceiling. So what, I didn 't tell him everything. To me,

feeling her silky hair under his fingers, then re-opened them to watch her stroke him. "Fuck." That exclamation came unbidded from his lips, the man's body shuddering in pleasure and mouth falling open as he witnessed at the sensation of Elena's hands stroking his shaft, and the next sound that came from his mouth was a long groan of pleasure, where her lips kissed the tip of his cock, then opened to opened her mouth to take him in an inch at a time. He couldn't take his eyes off hers when they

his surprise, as her grandmother went in the door, Aileana came out. She was a bonnie vision. Her auburn curls were long and loose as they gleamed in the morning sunlight. She wore next to no makeup except some peach-colored lip gloss; it made him want to taste her lush full lips. She was dressed in well-worn 501 jeans and a black knit Henley shirt with the sleeves pushed up to the elbow. She also had on a dark brown Sorel’s and carried in her hand a black L.A. Kings baseball cap. She was a collection

The second point to notice is her lips, they are much the same as a fresh coral pink, the upper lip is darker than the lower. She has a tiny scar on the right side of the upper lip almost untraceable, however, it’s most likely that you will not notice it. When she paints her bow-shaped lips, she likes the diva red. Her hair and her lips are traits that stand out the further, she has other characteristics too, although they don’t stand out as much as her hair and lips. Her character is one of the strongest

"No, worried you might tire yourself out when that's my job." Brett smirked in reply, his eyes moving from Elena's body and dripping pussy to trail the movement of the cube up, then locking on her face. As gorgeous as the woman's form was, and the many temptations she had to offer, he was entranced by her features, and her expressions and moans as he dripped the cold water onto his skin had his already aching shaft threatening to rip through the seams of his boxers. "I think you're way in front

she could pick up the broken pieces of herself, putting them back together the best she could. So she could somewhat resemble the woman he once knew. Just behind the door she stood in front of with all of his friends was Barry. She licked her lower lips, hand falling to press against her stomach. She felt a weight pressing against her shoulder, head slowly turned to gaze at what it might be. A hand, her father's hand, squeezing her shoulder, reassuring her that everything was going to be alright.