Seduction in Motion
They came together once more, but this time it was the result
of a real date. HE took her to the theater and to dinner. He
brought her roses red ones. She cried when she saw them.
She turned away
But he saw the tears. She had not received flowers for a very
long time, and that meant a great deal to her. He seems to
know how she felt and what she needed at the same exact moment
she did. It was so strange to have someone that in tune with
you when you hardly knew him or her. In her heart, she had
known him all her life. She carried one of the roses with
her as they went to the theater and to dinner fantasying
what she wanted to do with the rose. She would take the velvety
petals of that rose, run them down the bridge of his nose
to his lips, down his chin, and back up again. Then down over
his eyes and across his cheeks, until she finally made it
to his chest. Slowly she would trace his nipples and down
his stomach following his hairline, until she got to his
manhood and back up. Then she would follow the same path
with her lips, kiss her way back down until she could take
him into her mouth, and suck him in, out, in out. He would
be panting, moaning her name, and then he would turn her
around and plunge into her hot wet heat. The ride wild, when
both climaxed, shattering pieces of themselves all around
the other
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