Monday, August 9, 2010

Week 31: curves

Your curves draw me in, hard and out of control. With ever inch revealed, I grow harder and harder for you. When I finally take you in, your curves hug my body. Your scent blends with mine and our aroma fills the air. Our rhythmic grunts echo throughout the hotel room, the slaps ring constantly in our ears and our hearts race with excitement, not wanting to cross that finish line.

Its your curves that start it all.


  1. That li'l devil has some dangerous curves. I really like the hair.

    Thanks for sharing your talent.