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The Baron
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The Baron is sated and drained, sleeps the sleep of a thousand nights. And in
his slumber he dreams of The Lady Desiree performing more for his pleasure and
satisfaction.
He is awash with the feel of her sensuality filling his mind with explosions
of orgasmic delight. His body reacts instinctively as, in his sleep he reaches
his arm around her and strokes her firm warm body. Stroking from her velvet V
to her hard and oh so sensitive nipples. Biting little nips at her neck and
ears. She opens her legs just a bit wider that his probing digits might find
there way to her cum drenched pussy. Gently running his fingers along the
tender wet lips he traces the full outline of her pussy. Running his tongue
across the nape of her neck his hands work further down beyond the bottom of
her cunny, he presses a single finger at that place betwixt the two holes and
brings forth a pleasant reaction from the Lady as her twat doth ooze fluids of
joy in response.
His rigid member pressing against her firm round buttock, he shifts to place
it between the cleavage of her ass cheeks. It too is dripping in anticipation
of more to come, and the Lady does shift a bit that the Baron's pole may find a
lower entry point into her private parts.
The Baron reaches further back to find the head of his cock and deftly guide
it to the moist lips that ache for it so. In such a postion he is able only to
place the head just inside the lips of Lady D's aching pussy. She arches her
back to gain him more access and he drives it in just slightly more.
The bulging head, its helmet spreading her lips wider, slides in and out each
time causing a ripple of excitement for the Lady. He pops it in and out of her
slowly, deliberatly, feeling her lips collapsing behind its withdrawal and the
forcing them open upon return.
Picking up the pace ever so slightly she joins him in the thrusts and paries.
Both Lady D and The Baron still savoring the excitements of the previous love
session are immediately on the edge of a new more potent explosion. His hands
cupping her breasts, his cock pulsating in her snatch. She moans and sighs,
writhing and wriggling trying hard to get him deeper inside her. He thrusts
once more and causes the climax of climaxes of their lovemaking thus far.
Great gobs of pearly white cum shoot inside her trembling inards as her body
flushes back the moist clear juices of her own release.
They freeze in their positions, panting and gasping from the frenzied
activity. His hot breath wafting passed her shell like ear and flushed cheeks.
She reaches an arm behind her to stroke the Barons hard haunches and again
they drift off to the slumber of the exhausted.
Sweet dreams M'Lady...
The BARON
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