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a nouveau poetry on her lips sliding her body length, his finger tips drenched in ardor are the Mr and Miss their mouths meet for an enthralling kiss
the bewitching shine of her eyes amalgamate with his wild desires on top of him, her tongue cools his fire their satiating voices become an amplifier
a personal fragrance of his nose on top of her, his tongue bows amorous alluring taste, mad he goes their syncing in harmony glows
words written on each others skin form one prose ending with a grin his thumb smoothly caressing her chin her hands held two glasses of Gin
by Kritika
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Pouncing on the moistness of my tongue with the sound of the clashing teeth reverberating down my manhood, sending shivers, which was in her hands. The supple body pressed on mine, melting like hot chocolate with the wildness of the kisses, captivating my mind to be her submissive. Desperate in returning the favour of her fervor, I grabbed her luscious waist to bring it under me but her strength left me aghast.
Her twinkling eyes had a different shade each time she paused in satisfaction and her glossy lips touching me felt love, as if I finally achieved what I long desired, ignoring every thought of her eyes. Like a cannibal, her fondling with my prick gave me the high to explore her beauty. Reaching for her velvety rose petals, the groan with a pout gave me the power to rule over her. Widening them, I dipped my finger inside the lava which was waiting for my frivolous tongue. I wanted to care for her, explore her body, love her each day but this thought vanished when my eyes widened at what I saw.
Few minutes left to midnight and her eyes were cold ice. I was astonished at her deadly glance but did not want to leave her. She insisted me to run right away but I stayed. The clock struck 12 and she completely turned into a human bat. The pain in her eyes had a story unknown to others and my story began just after she bit my neck.
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