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"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."
- Aristotle
They say everything happens for a reason, and the universe makes no mistakes.
This is a different take on a black love story because we are not a...
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😈 Candles light my bedroom. I lay between the sheets with my rabbit vibrator and my bottle of massage oil laying next to me in my king-sized bed.
Janet Jackson playing softly in the background. (Video)
As I caress my curvy form I focus my breathing.
Malik invades my thoughts again, this time hovering over me with his arms on both sides caging me under him right where I want to be.
His body practically consuming mine, as he kisses my neck. A quiet moan escapes my lips as he plants a trail of kisses down my body. He raises himself and we lock eyes. Even by candlelight, I am hypnotized by those storm gray irises.
My hand finds its way to my secret place and I realize I am dripping with excitement. Fingers skating up and down my other set of lips as I slide between the folds to my opening.
I gasp as if it's not me alone in this bed, but him gliding is long thick pole right where it belongs.
"Oh f-fuck" I stutter.
Fingers pumping in and out as I imagine him using my body as he pleases. The pressure builds deep within my belly.
I use my free hand to cover my mouth to suppress my moans as I cream all over my hand and without thinking, and I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean.
I grab the pillow next to me I throw my leg over it to cuddle it as I sink into slumber.
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