Floral Mirrors

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~Fre'Lan steps abound, the wind and forest surround.
Recording nature in film he steps in pursuit of wildlife exotic to the eyes.
~The sunlight scattered upon trees agedly battered.
Glints of sun in Fre'Lan's eyes persuade him to rest by a tree.
~Grass by the roots, stable and soft like a cradle.

~A village in view, a fine sight due.
Fre'Lan takes his camera and captures the moment.
~A sight selected, a sight collected.
Placing away his camera Fre'Lan looks at his watch to see quarter to one.
~Nearby bush rustles, then a tension in Fre'Lan's muscles.

Stepping out the bush were two tribal beauties with curiosity in their eyes.
~Their clothing is meager, and it makes Fre'Lan's member sexually eager.
Staring longer they were identical, save for their flowers and shoulder-length braids.
~One of white to their left braid, the other of pink to their right displayed.
Fre'Lan sits in awe of the beauties, while adjusting around his horned organ.

~The beauties giggle as they notice Fre'Lan's attempted wriggle.
The twins smile and whisper to each other in the language unknown to Fre'Lan.
~They nod their heads in agreement, an understanding between them sent.
The twins approach, their brown flowing knee-high loins adding to their appeal.
~Mounds from their brown cloth bikini-like tops were seen like open shops.

~The White Twin takes lead and settles on Fre'Lan's bulging steed.
The Pink Twin sits right behind her mirror and kisses the back of her neck.
~Pink's hands on her mirror's mounds, twirling at nipples all around.
Fre'Lan, bewildered and lost in seduction, follows in and releases his member.
~Beneath the loin does his member insert like machine and coin.

Surprise hits Fre'Lan as the the White Twin wore cloth top, loin, and nothing else.
~White Twin rocks and gasps while Pink Twin, upon bouncing breasts, grasps.
Fre'Lan's member hardens to White Twin's lubricated pace and pleasure.
~She arches back into Pink Twin's arms with orgasmic screaming alarms.
It was then that Fre'Lan's member slipped out and streamed white on White Twin.

~From White Twin's stomach to neck was ejaculation sprayed and laid.
Before losing consciousness White Twin turns around and kisses her mirror.
~Deep kiss shared and White Twin collapses to the side, body bared.
Pink Twin descends and cleans Fre'Lan's member with her tongue and throat.
~The feeling being grand he lightly thrusts as a helping hand.


~Pink Twin ceases with oral pleasure and mounts Fre'Lan's hardened measure.
She mounts quickly and easily but is wracked with sudden pleasure.
~Forcing herself on his member Fre'Lan feels a sudden wetness to remember.
Fighting against her orgasm Pink Twin grips anywhere and rides furiously.
~Moments later she reaches her climax, soaking Fre'Lan's clothing of flax.

Pink Twin keeps her pace until Fre'Lan approaches his climax.
~Fre'Lan slips out again, ejaculation unto Pink Twin like a fountain pen.
Pink Twin tires and succumbs to Fre'Lan's side in security of his arm.
~White Twin awake, since his climax, mirrors Pink Twin's make.
In the forest now lays a man, comforted by floral beauties of the land.

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