Tongues dance a tango trance lips meet to please a playful tease of lips on lips and tongues wet within
Around we slide until moans and sighs drive us high and glide us over mountains of pleasure
Nails are scratching backs are arching aching for the primal release of innate needs
Gliding and sliding slithering and slipping sublimely surrendered we moan and groan in music my rhythm in line with your rhyme
Ochos and pivots enter-twine in a teasing tango treasure building pressure until we explode in peaks of pure pleasure |
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