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@ 27.055 MHz: Ad Astra; At A Hotel In Paris, Around 1837 Or So [XLIX] (NSFW)
Leaning back against his full nakedness, you---
also naked except for your high, fawn gray
socks, enjoy his reach-around caresses (there,
there; especially there---the seamstring beneath
his fingertips' glide.
Paris is rife with prudery this summer.
Despite that, on another floor of this swank
hotel, the lady from Nohant works on her
next novel's first draft: she thinks of Eros and
Ganymede---boyfriends.
As your pleasure peaks, the sweetness your core has
confected surges forth to release, in long
strings lofted to achieve splash-down across your
torso---near your nipples (where his thumbs were) and
down the treasure trail.
Later, you ask him to rub his seed-laden sweetness on your back like lotion.
His desire to please you eagerly seconds, and performs, the motion.
J-Called
