Passionate Sapphic Encounter – Ashlie And D’s Intimate Lesbian Lovemaking In Tender Tribbers
0 This is for him. With irritating causal certainty, she seeps. A long-forgotten attractant, but no less potent. Loosening rope, randomly yet with patience, he clasps his fingers, and presses his palms into the small of her back. Incontrovertibly human. The pain was searing, yet well-calibrated, and his apparent awareness of
just
how
much
she could take was at once bewildering, and fucking irritating. A topiarist, clipping and wiring branches to compel that perfect unnaturally natural form, for the admiration of the visitors to a garden. Denying her the soothing caress she instinctively craved, and at once reviled, but using the interfering nerve pathways to decoy her brain. His words had been murmured. Indescribably, un-replicatably, sweet, appealing and calming. Her mouth is dry. Indescribably, un-replicatably, sweet, appealing and calming. The red has subsided and given way to darker kisses.