As She lies across the length of her bed. The large fluffy beach towel is cool from the wetness of her shower. Small drops of water remain on parts of her naked body. The breeze from the open window feels cool on her sensitive skin. She lies on her stomach, arms under her head. Her long brown hair shines as she bathes in the light of a full moon. She is thinking about a few nights ago and the love they both shared. She wondered if he would return soon.

She rolls onto her back among the many soft pillows and blue satin sheets as she recalls the evening. She listens to the sounds of the night. Remembering the sounds of his foot steps on the concrete as he approached her room from the garden. He did not want to stir the others in the house.

The darkest of the room makes the setting so much more real. Her fingers touch her large soft lips, remembering his soft gentle kiss. His lips pressing her lips. Her lips parting to let his tongue explore as their tongues mingled. She rolls her tongue moisturizing her lips as she bits them softly. She can smell his cologne even after all these hours. Her eyes closed now to give more life to this memory.

She moans softly to herself, smiling, she allows her slender fingers to move slowly tracing the path of his lips, around her ear, down the side of her neck, and down her chest. Lightly touching her pale skin, the tingling from the memories of his touch returns. Her hands cup her breasts, as she remembers how he rolled her large nipples between his fingers, slowly massaging them each in turn. She can see his blue eyes searching hers for signs of pleasures. They continue to kiss deeply with such fire. Leaving her lips, he traces a path with small kisses. Lingering about each breast, teasing by biting slowly each hard nipple, and then continuing down across her stomach, stopping to play at her belly button. Her fingers recalling the way. The feelings of pleasure slowly edging her fingers to continue as she did his lips.

Her fingers become his lips, her mind recalling the slowness, the warmth, as they continues down cross her soft mound, the hairs dark and inviting, her smell intoxicating. Her body yielding to her own touch, her fingers know the way as if it were he.

Her legs part, her fingers find the spots that he touched.
She softly moans, her fingers of one hand slowly rubs in small circles her swollen lips, her other hand continue to massage her breast. She feels her wetness starting to flow. She slowly inserts two fingers, as her hips slowly move to her touch.

She can feel the touch of his tongue. Licking, and flickering in and out of her love spots, slowly at first then lingering to enjoy the taste of her juices. He continues to move his tongue faster, as his hands pull her hips closer, so that he can go deeper into her, moaning at the pleasure of her taste. He licks faster, her hips move, to match his pace, his tongue hot, yet his breath cool, the combination drives her senses wild. She pulls his hair, pulling his head closer. She tosses her head from side to side, her passion, awaiting that final push of the tongue, driving deeper, moving in and out. She arches her back, she moans loudly as her passions begin to release, her body spasms uncontrollably. His tongue continues wanting to savour that final taste of their heated passions.

As her body relaxes, she feels him moving slowly atop of her. His kisses so soft, his manhood, so hard against her stomach, his eyes pleading for his own release, she opens her legs, and guides him into her. He enter so very slowly, inch by inch, she feels his manhood filling her. She slowly pushes upwards with her hips, he moans softly. His hands cups her breast, his fingers working her nipples causing the heat of passion to raise from deep within her. He kisses her deeply. With harder pentrating thrusts, the pace quickens, his tongue thrusting in her mouth as his manly thrust fill her, they move as one, their passion mounts from deep within. She feels the burning desires growing as he nears his release. He arches, and words of love escapes his lips, as his juices shoot forth and begin to fill her. Her passion is release as she arches to met him, mixing with him, both bodies release together as one.

Exhausted, she relaxes, her mind returns to reality, her hands return to her side, as she turns to face the moon, she drifts of to sleep, with only the memories.

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