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Everyone Enjoys Swings On The Bed Noone Appreciate

Everyone Enjoys Swings On The Bed Noone Appreciates Mood Swings Off The Bed As she kept her book on the table, her eyes met his. She could see that desire burning. He kept his phone aside and got up from the couch. Still maintaining those thirsty eyes, on her, he stepped forwards. She knew what he wanted. She knew she wanted it too. And she knew it was happening. But still something in her pushed her to step backwards. And she did, did until the wall became the barrier. Now, she knew she was in his control. As he reached her, he smiled. He did it diligently to watch her face shrink in shyness, in return. And it did happen. She was unable to meet the intensity of his glare, and so she looked away. But he held her tight by her waist and used his other hand to hold her face. Slowly, he burrowed into her neck. His lips moved from her clavicle towards her ear and that's where he parted them. He nibbled it lightly while rubbing the back of her neck. Her grip on her shirt's collar tightened. He liked it and went on kissing her whole face. And when she expected his lips to touch hers, he pulled his face away. She stared at him in wonder, craving for his lips. He watched her getting desperate and he loved it. When she could not control herself, she pulled his face closer and kissed him, in a way that was wild enough to send chills down his spine. He groaned and deepened the kiss while pushing her harder against the wall. Her toes curled. Her nails dug deeper into his back. She pulled his hair. She felt timid. She felt vulnerable. Her tender skin was too powerless against his strong muscles. She moaned and moaned. Those were the sounds he was dying to listen. So, he touched. He kissed. He licked. He sucked. He nibbled. As passionately as he could. And there came a moment when both of them were in their purest forms. The moon smiled. The stars grinned. The night grew sweeter and so as their desire to make love. They left not an inch of skin untouched. Both their moans and groans combined to form the finest rhythm that can ever be composed. Both of them surrendered themselves to each other. They weren't perfect like the characters we get to see in fairy tales. They had their own flaws that they accepted. And that's what made their love flawless. But intriguing was that, he wasn't most enticed by her womanhood. Her eyes were something, something despite her body, and were the centre of attraction. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
Everyone Enjoys Swings On The Bed Noone Appreciates Mood Swings Off The Bed As she kept her book on the table, her eyes met his. She could see that desire burning. He kept his phone aside and got up from the couch. Still maintaining those thirsty eyes, on her, he stepped forwards. She knew what he wanted. She knew she wanted it too. And she knew it was happening. But still something in her pushed her to step backwards. And she did, did until the wall became the barrier. Now, she knew she was in his control. As he reached her, he smiled. He did it diligently to watch her face shrink in shyness, in return. And it did happen. She was unable to meet the intensity of his glare, and so she looked away. But he held her tight by her waist and used his other hand to hold her face. Slowly, he burrowed into her neck. His lips moved from her clavicle towards her ear and that's where he parted them. He nibbled it lightly while rubbing the back of her neck. Her grip on her shirt's collar tightened. He liked it and went on kissing her whole face. And when she expected his lips to touch hers, he pulled his face away. She stared at him in wonder, craving for his lips. He watched her getting desperate and he loved it. When she could not control herself, she pulled his face closer and kissed him, in a way that was wild enough to send chills down his spine. He groaned and deepened the kiss while pushing her harder against the wall. Her toes curled. Her nails dug deeper into his back. She pulled his hair. She felt timid. She felt vulnerable. Her tender skin was too powerless against his strong muscles. She moaned and moaned. Those were the sounds he was dying to listen. So, he touched. He kissed. He licked. He sucked. He nibbled. As passionately as he could. And there came a moment when both of them were in their purest forms. The moon smiled. The stars grinned. The night grew sweeter and so as their desire to make love. They left not an inch of skin untouched. Both their moans and groans combined to form the finest rhythm that can ever be composed. Both of them surrendered themselves to each other. They weren't perfect like the characters we get to see in fairy tales. They had their own flaws that they accepted. And that's what made their love flawless. But intriguing was that, he wasn't most enticed by her womanhood. Her eyes were something, something despite her body, and were the centre of attraction. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
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