Her name is Kortney and my heart patters at the very thought of her. She is tall, slender, with a dancer's body. Her creamy beige skin and her soft , heart shaped red lips haunt my dreams. Her beautiful hair cascades down past her shoulders in caramel-coloured swirls. Her breasts are high, firm, yet soft and tender.
One night in my dreams, she was at my house. We were enjoying a cup of tea. I watched her delicately lick a drop of tea off her lips and she smiled at me. "Gabriel," she said in a soft, low voice, "Will you make love to me?"
Slowly I walked over to her, my hands gliding all over her shivering body. I was in control. My hands flew to her chest, where I lovingly massaged her breasts and breathed in her scent - it was vanilla.
Her lips crushed against mine in a desperate passionate moment, and I could tell she was becoming hotter by the minute. Slowly, my hand travelled down to her knee, and then up her thigh - making its way to her moist inbetween regions....
2007-02-26
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