lovin Stl

looking to explore sexual fantasies and dreams. Male in 50's open to any and all conversation. Reblog what ya like, submit all ya want and message anytime. under 18 please leave!

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[serahshaw]

Down and bored for fun

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I said, what I said😈😏

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"Mille sogni ardono dolcemente dentro di me." Arthur Rimbaud

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I need this!!!!

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😜❤️‍🔥😘

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yes!!!! 👆👆

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Yes, I do.

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Just let her be... herself. Do No Judge Her.

Do Not Judge Her.

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Slow... Slow...Slowly...Until...

Slow. It starts slow. A breath in. A breath out. Warmth gathers low, curling, then unfolding.

Slow. A thought— no, a touch— slides beneath the skin. Her pulse answers, a quiet, insistent knock from deep inside.

Slow. She hears the words. Familiar but new.

Slowly. Her lips part. Not for words. Not yet. Her mind wanders and body wonders.

Slowly. Something stirs at the base of her spine, rising, spilling upward, pouring through her chest, down between her thighs.

Slow buildup. She’s in control. Her breath quickens now, each inhale a little sharper, each exhale a little longer.

Slow. The shadows take shape— hips, hands, heat. They press in close, and she leans without thinking.

Slow. The ache deepens, the center of her pulling tight, ready to break open.

Slow— until it isn’t.

Heat surges. Edges dissolve. She crosses— the threshold without seeing the ground.

Here— in this pulse, this vibration,

No longer Slow. No longer in control. She follows His instructions His commands Soft and loud in her ears.

Now She speeds. She soars She flies She explodes in the zone.

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