The Show - Just Watching

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I'm enjoying the show, just watching her masturbate.
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In awe, I sit and watch as she begins,
A vision of beauty, a goddess in her skin.
Her fingers dance with glorious grace,
Exploring desires in this private space.

Each touch ignites a fire within,
An intimate ballet of pleasure to begin.
Her breath quickens with anticipation's kiss,
As waves of ecstasy she cannot resist.

The room is alive with an electric thrill,
As she surrenders to the pleasure's will.
In this moment of raw and pure delight,
Desire and beauty intertwine and take flight.

With each movement, a symphony plays,
A crescendo of longing that never betrays.
The canvas of passion is vivid and grand,
A masterpiece painted by her own hand.
In her underwear, she reveals her soul,
A sight that leaves me completely whole.

This act of self-love, an ode to the divine,
A sacred ritual where pleasures entwine.
I bask in the joy of this intimate show,
Where enjoyment and excitement gracefully flow.

For in her vulnerability, I find my own truth,
In the fervor of desire and the beauty of youth.

A celebration of self in its most raw form,
A revelation that we are all but a storm.
So I sit here watching in sheer delight,
As she embraces her pleasure with all her might.

Faster and faster, her fingers move
In a dance of pleasure, she starts to groove
Eyes closed tight, lost in the sensation
Her arousal builds with no hesitation

Her breath quickens with each gentle touch
Skin flushed with need, craving so much
Beauty radiates from every pore
As she seeks what she longs for more

Whispers of ecstasy fill the air
As she surrenders without a care
Enjoyment coursing through her veins
This pleasure is all that remains

With a gasp, she reaches the peak
Her body trembling, unable to speak

And as she reaches climax, a shiver runs through me,
Witnessing this beauty sets my spirit free.

Explosions of pleasure in every cell
In this moment, everything feels so well

Her hand stills, the storm subsides
In pure bliss, she now resides
Excitement lingers in the air
Leaving her fully aware

Of the power within her grasp
To revel in pleasures that last
The beauty of desire set free
In this moment of pure ecstasy

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arisingsirenarisingsiren1 day ago

A raw storm of pleasure. Very nice.

Mark_Loves_CoffeeMark_Loves_Coffeeabout 2 months agoAuthor

@Kllkkl thank you so much -

Mark_Loves_CoffeeMark_Loves_Coffeeabout 2 months agoAuthor

@paul4Play - thank you so much :)

Paul4playPaul4playabout 2 months ago

Beautiful to read and to witness

Thanks for sharing.

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