AmsterdamAssassin
Master Don Juan
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Firmly, yet sensitive. That’s how I touch women. Since that usually results in long tantra sessions, I must be doing something right.
However, I guess it’s not just my touch that makes them quiver down under. The touch is just an excuse for them to sidle next to me, bury their nose in my neck and whisper, “God, you smell so delicious,” and press their heaving bosoms against my torso.
So I guess it’s not just about touch, but about smell too.
And when I whisper back, ‘You also smell divine,’ their eyelids flutter and they gasp, ‘I just love your voice,’ and lean their heads agains my chest.
So I guess it’s not just about touch and smell, but about sound as well.
And then they lick my throat just below my jaw and say, ‘How can you taste so good?’ and tremble like a leaf in the warm breeze.
So I guess it’s not just about touch and smell and sound, but taste as well.
And then they look me deep in my grey-green mischievous eye and say, ‘I can see the lust in your gaze, can you please take me, now?’ and sigh like making love would lift the weight from their heart.
So I guess it’s not just about touch and smell and sound and taste, but about looks as well.
And then, when they look upon my withered husk with bright eyes and rose-coloured cheeks, they say, ‘I’m sorry I sucked you dry, but I’ve never felt so ravenous in my life.”
So I guess it’s not just about touch and smell and sound and taste and looks, but about satisfaction as well.
However, I guess it’s not just my touch that makes them quiver down under. The touch is just an excuse for them to sidle next to me, bury their nose in my neck and whisper, “God, you smell so delicious,” and press their heaving bosoms against my torso.
So I guess it’s not just about touch, but about smell too.
And when I whisper back, ‘You also smell divine,’ their eyelids flutter and they gasp, ‘I just love your voice,’ and lean their heads agains my chest.
So I guess it’s not just about touch and smell, but about sound as well.
And then they lick my throat just below my jaw and say, ‘How can you taste so good?’ and tremble like a leaf in the warm breeze.
So I guess it’s not just about touch and smell and sound, but taste as well.
And then they look me deep in my grey-green mischievous eye and say, ‘I can see the lust in your gaze, can you please take me, now?’ and sigh like making love would lift the weight from their heart.
So I guess it’s not just about touch and smell and sound and taste, but about looks as well.
And then, when they look upon my withered husk with bright eyes and rose-coloured cheeks, they say, ‘I’m sorry I sucked you dry, but I’ve never felt so ravenous in my life.”
So I guess it’s not just about touch and smell and sound and taste and looks, but about satisfaction as well.