His gift to her

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His fingers work magic on her clit.
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Beneath the sheets, upon the bed
With moans and gasps, their bodies pled
He reaches down, his touch so bold
To light a fire within her soul

He masturbates her with gentle ease
His fingers glide, her body please
She arches up, her back now arched
Her senses heightened, her heart soon parched

With every stroke upon her clit
She feels a surge, her pleasure lit
A wave of heat that fills her core
She calls out his name, begs for more

Till she squirts and orgasms wild
Her body trembling, she feels so mild
He watches on, with tender eyes
Her release, a sweet surprise

The pleasure she feels as she explodes
A feeling no one can decode
Her mind transcends to a different space
Lost in the moment, lost in his embrace

He holds her close, her body spent
She whispers thanks, her heart content
For in his touch, she finds her bliss
Her world revolves around this kiss

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melimelissamelimelissaabout 1 month ago

Give me such presents any day monsieur

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