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Click hereSeconds later Melody felt Michael’s hips shake and he closed his eyes. With one more thrust he penetrated far into her and released a geyser of cum. The warm wet fluid pulsing into her was too much to bear and for the third time she erupted.
When the passion subsided, Michael collapsed beside her on the mattress. Melody rolled atop his naked form. He pulled her close and kissed her lips again.
Looking into her eyes he said. “Melody, you are the girl in that painting. I know it and I feel it. I left it at the gallery because I don’t need it anymore. For in my arms I hold the real thing. Promise me you will never leave me, my Angel Eyes.”
Yes, sorry.. your stories are so stupid and corny. The artist who painted a girl who haunted him, blah blah.. oh.. c'mon. Sounds like some silly tv thing for those who never knew artists or ever been to a gallery. and the pizza story.. with the poem at the end.. urgh.
you are too romantic to write erotic hot stories. well, at least that's what i think. otherwise you should mention at the begining of each story that it's only for people ages 16-18 max. not sure they would dig this even.
sorry for my bad english, as it is not my first language.