Saturday Copulation
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In your deliciously selfish way, you also want to bathe your body in my cum. You know it makes your skin smooth and beautiful.
As you turn, a massive stream of cum shoots over your back and across the bed. Quickly, you sit before me. Grabbing my cock, you pump it as you bring it to your mouth. Another huge emission of cum sprays your face and hair and drips down onto your tits, just before your sex-swollen lips close over my cock head. Finally secure in your mouth, you stroke my shaft to bring the semen out with maximum pleasure for me. Shot after shot goes into your mouth, as you drink my sex essence.
Then you reach down to my balls and gently squeeze them. I let out a loud grunt new waves of sperm ejaculate. These you deftly direct like a hose to cover your nipples, pussy, then your deep navel, and as the last great squirts from my sex hose come, you decorate your chest, belly and ears.
My great gasps, pants and grunts subside and I collapse onto the bed. I lay beside you slowing coming back into our world, as you massage my cum onto your skin and sex organs. You know my hormones stimulate you glands and will make you horny again soon.
Knowing that you like to exploit my primal spray for your own selfish purposes, I am prepared. I have brought roses along. I tear the petals off, one by one, and stick them with cum to your body. I design my own creation with roses, a sexy and not very discreet wrap that we view in the full-length mirror as I stand behind you, admiring your lithe sex body in the sunshine as my hands reach around and touch your special places.
Later, as we sip iced champagne in Bavarian crystal flutes and as ancient Celtic melodies play in the background, I will pick the petals from your body with my teeth. Somehow, there are always more petals near your nipples and pussy.
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Keywords: Saturday, Copulation,