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my Arabian mistress of the night

she come to me with the aroma of lavender jasmine and Coco butter that caressed my senses
her thighs swift and poetic to my waist.
grinding slowly provocatively in harmony as your caramel cream pussy kissed my stomach deep I go in as I'm dazed by disbelief.
her caramel lightly supple skin as I kissed from her neck and to her collar bone delighting in the taste.
your lavender perfume heavenly as I swallow the taste like flowers.
teenage and angelic as you kissed and licked as you grinded me to the burn the kiss of sweet agony as I dreaded the morning.
the night skies were all I wanted.
your caramel honey glazed breasts butter soft.
your vanilla smooth golden ass felt like heaven and hell in my hands as it burned and sizzled by my touch.
my fingers caress your pussy wet tight walls provocatively as my dick ached to taste you.
your black long hair like a black long noose as I pulled gently as I pounded you from behind.
your deep brown eyes whined as passion trembled you underneath my grasp.
the sounds of your moans tortured me as you clenched the bedsheets wet and soaking you left them as I spanked your ass cheeks nibbling your perfume lingering neck.
leaving red dark hickies along your neck.
your thighs clenching tightly my waist as I fondle your breasts.
as I fell for my Arabian mistress in the night.
as you came and vanished with a smile the scent of lavender kissing my chest as I laid there wondering if you'd come back.
yet your name anonymous but your kiss I remembered in my dreams always wet always obscene.
yet I was merely 17 and I knew in the night in it's sweet quiet you couldn't forget about me.
yet she billilangual in lust and in love.
she kissing me with her Rosy pink lips yet I can't get enough.
and she's just 16, sucking my dick and eating my heart out draining me dry till I cum.
yet she looks precious on her knees.
seductive when her legs squeeze the Life out of me.
yet I'm in agony when she leaves as raspberry sunset no longer comfort me.
I seek the steamy hot warmth of the shade.
she kisses me I turn red like fifty shades.
yet I welcome her soft caress.
the kiss I dream of every night.
hoping she walks through my door with such promiscuous delight.
leaving a smile and a ache suddenly I feel alright.
knowing she will be back coming through my window up the fire escape for a another steamy Arabian night.
©darkdeity