It was the sweetest nectar he’d ever tasted. Susan’s love juice was like a syrupy silk sliding down his throat. His tongue savored the flavor of her pleasure, captivating every tantalizing second of blissful delight. He wanted to savor every drop, wanting it to last a lifetime.
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Leo’s lethal lust was like liquid methane, erotically searing and burning in its intensity. A primal force of passion and abandon that enthralled his lovers in an endless tapestry of carnal pleasure and unleashed desire. In that moment, it was raw and limitless; infinite and eternal in its beautiful destruction.
His sweetness filled my mouth as I explored his depths with my tongue. His pearly nectar tasted like wild honey, spiced with a hint of summertime heat on my lips. His gasp and quiver as I licked his dewy treasure told me how much he was enjoying my exploration. His peak was incomparable.