ticklishscribe
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“Every time I think of you, my heart beats like the roar of the ocean and I want to caress your soul in my hand. I want to feel my fingers spider over your clit and the soles of your feet, causing your breath to quiver and your body to squirm and writhe. To hear your heart beating and to watch as your nipples get so erect they want to explode with a fervid and seething passion.”
That thought held Andre captive as he gazed at the gothic sand castle and at the ocean behind it and watched as Angele added the finishing touches to the barbican and the bartiza then stood back to admire her work. Returning to her towel she lay on her back and stretched her arms above her head spread her legs and flexed her toes.
Angele was pure virgin, from the top of her head to the tips of her tantalizing toes. She was in his mind the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and as she lay on her back on her towel, her entire five-foot -five inch body didn’t even have a hint of a sharp outline or feature. He was surfing curvature of her alabaster glow and the mused smile on her face made her one totally contented Mona Lisa. Was he dreaming, dreaming, dreaming dream…
She lay on the bed with all the virgin innocence in the world and her hazel eyes washed over him, enchanting him with a sensual iridescence. He pushed her burgundy hair out of her eyes and kissed her.
His eyes gazed downward at her ample breasts, and he was pleased to see her nipples quivering along with her equally ample virgin tummy. He watched them move slightly as she breathed and the shallowness of her breath confirmed her apprehension.
That thought held Andre captive as he gazed at the gothic sand castle and at the ocean behind it and watched as Angele added the finishing touches to the barbican and the bartiza then stood back to admire her work. Returning to her towel she lay on her back and stretched her arms above her head spread her legs and flexed her toes.
Angele was pure virgin, from the top of her head to the tips of her tantalizing toes. She was in his mind the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and as she lay on her back on her towel, her entire five-foot -five inch body didn’t even have a hint of a sharp outline or feature. He was surfing curvature of her alabaster glow and the mused smile on her face made her one totally contented Mona Lisa. Was he dreaming, dreaming, dreaming dream…
She lay on the bed with all the virgin innocence in the world and her hazel eyes washed over him, enchanting him with a sensual iridescence. He pushed her burgundy hair out of her eyes and kissed her.
His eyes gazed downward at her ample breasts, and he was pleased to see her nipples quivering along with her equally ample virgin tummy. He watched them move slightly as she breathed and the shallowness of her breath confirmed her apprehension.
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