Sex With An Angel
She brushes me with her wings.
It rises me making me hot but yet I’m froze by her sound she makes when I make my move.
Below I go into the clouds
it taste so good
Oiling my face with her sweet wet wet
Now let me fly up to her neck.
Feathers fallen all over the bed
Soaring are sex all over this room.
She leaps on top of me dripping wet is the bed.
Heavy breaths on my neck gave me a breeze
That I felt in my spine.
long curly hair drifting against the bottom of my chest
As she went down undercover.
Ooooo! It feel so good feeling her warm jaws
Stroke me up and down and up and down.
I can feel the heavens shining in me.
The room smells like a sea of love making.
It feels like I’m sweating
But nothing in the room drips but the bed
And her sweet spot.
Here it cums the orgasm of my dream
Sex with and angel is what I mean.
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