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As I sit here watching the rain slide down the windowpane, I can't help but imagine the rain drops pelting your ebony skin. Each drop slides down your body, leaving you slippery to the touch. In my minds eye your shirt is drenched. It clings to your body like a second skin. Your hardened nipples protrude from the swell of your bosom taunting me, beckoning to me. I think I might go mad if I 
can't place that glorious peak in my mouth and suck the wetness from
your shirt. As you moan and press my face into your breast I caress your
back and try to meld into you. I follow the rain droplets down your body
to your thighs....... Sonnets should be written about your lustrous
brown thighs. I moan as I lick beads of water off of you. Lick, Lick,
Lick. The rain mixed with the salt and sweat from your skin is an elixir
and should be sold as a love potion. How no one has discovered this
before now is a mystery. It baffles me. Parting your thighs, which might
as well be the sweet gates to heaven itself, I pause to gaze down in
wonder, adoration, and lust. First, I lay a kiss upon your honey pot.
Parting your lips I find…Behold! You are indeed drenched everywhere.
While circling my tongue around your clit, I dip my finger into your
slit, delighting at the puddle of desire that I am emerged in. I drink
of you... I drink of you, taking in as much of you as I can manage while
still managing to breathe. Although, if I were to die between your
bronze thighs, I would have lived a life well spent. Bringing you
pleasure is all that I desire. Sliding my tongue against you as you grip
my head with your thighs is my reward for being your slave... The rain,
the rain, oh, how my mind wonders as I watch it against the windowpane. |
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