I straddled him sensitive but determined to bring him the joy he brought to me through his touch and his voice. As I rode him with my two yoni eggs inside of me and used the art of clutching him so tight he may as well had been with a virgin, his sounds where so sacred that the night and the ocean stood still to pay homage to the man and woman lying before them.
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