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help me write this story mami....we r both on vacation n brazil.....the 2 of us r at a nude beach ....we bump n2 each other for the first time...then u....

We bump into each other for the first time,

and your eyes are caught by the seductive power of mine.

I check u out as your body is like nothing I’ve ever seen before,

And my mind now races wanting to know more.

Is there pleasure behind this package that I may need?

Cause my curiosity has awakened some desires in me.

The tension between you and I is stronger than “the man of steal”,

And your body has caught this chics attention for real.

I try to hold back what is so evident on my face,

That "damn I just want a little taste".

As I excuse my self and turn away from you

And proceed to walk back to my villa, to my room,

The sway in my hips is calling to you,

Begging for you, enticing you, teasing you.

Hypnotized you can’t help but follow,

And now your all choked up you can't even swallow.

But as I reached my door before I could insert my card,

I feel you grab me, pressing against me, dick all hard.

I fumble trying to open the door,

As we fall in down on the floor.

Your kisses melting me, so sensual and so sweet

French kissing both set of lips, making something burn inside of me.

I outline your body with my fingertips.

Then I grab your man and put it to my lips.

I taste you as if you nourish me,

And as you try to stand I put a buckle in your knees.

Our bodies in sync, as if we’ve done this a thousand times,

As now we exercise our creativity in a session of 69.

And I feel you massaging my body in places I didn’t know could be aroused,

As I climax once I wish I could do so a thousand times.

While we change positions you make my feet meet my shoulders

And I respond to your orders like I was an obedient soldier.

I find your head briefly back between my thighs,

And before I could moan, now I am releasing cries.

Cries of pleasure and pain,

As you slide your man deep in me I know this is not a game.

Stroking me, slow then fast then slow again, driving me crazy,

All I can enunciate is “oooooohhhh baby”!

But now I have gotten my thoughts together and I feel like for a minute I’d like to control this shit,

So you let me get on top so that I could ride this dick.

Cause I know you never had a chic to take you for broke,

The way I move these hips and ass, where I’m from we call it the “Philly girl stroke.”

As I drown you in my juices, you repeatedly explode deep inside of me,

I have to admit never been this far to ecstasy.

I lay upon your chest, astonished that I came all the way to Brazil to   tighten up my sex game,

By the way sweet heart what is your name?