#344847 - When they near the bed she grabs for his trousers but he catches her hand in his pulling her into a another kiss, still holding her hands he turns her around, as he stands behind the beauty that has captured is heart he spends a second contemplating the marvels of the universe settling finally of the greatest wonder of all that the women in front of him had consented to be his. Her hands return to his one of his hands reluctantly leaves its task slowly questing for the richer pastures below one of her hands resumes the gentle kneading of her breast the other travels up to the back of his head pulling him into a deeper kiss and the questing hand finds it’s goal, the dripping wetness between her legs, as his fingers expertly explore the surface of the wetness stoking her though the warm wet material of her panties. After years of serving as her confidante, he’d thought that hearing every detail of the men who’d betrayed the love of his life had been torture both because of the hurt
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