My first real kiss sent me to another world. I remember a kid, way too naive for the emotional roller coast that would ensue, moving in for his first kiss.
Jennifer was her name. Just the first beautiful girl of many. Still makes me laugh when I think about it.
Still almost 30 years later, a kiss, just first base, can do me in. A good one. The kind that buckles your knees and hers too.
Now it’s different.
Now, my hand naturally slides down her body. A grip encompasses her neck. Passion. Just raw unfiltered passion, sliding my hand down her skin to feel the goosebumps I brought about in her.
Butterflies. Oh the butterflies. Without them, you know it’s time to just pack up and leave. But with them, you know you are in trouble.
Hands exploring her body. Breasts in my grip. Sliding everywhere. I’m a powder keg in no time. Dying for the next step. The next base.
Let me flip you back and kiss you right between the legs with the vigor and passion I delivered to your mouth. This other pair of lips needs some love too. Sliding my tongue over your lips, slowly, before encompassing your clit as I watch those goosebumps continue to form now in your inner thighs.
Curling up. Falling apart from my skilled and purposeful tongue.
Go ahead, Kitten. Fall apart for Daddy. Just fucking buck, turn and collapse as I make you cum over and over and over and over.
Another passionate Kiss. My face soaked when I make you taste your wetness and shove my hard dick deep inside you.
How do you like the taste of your own pussy?
I imagine you love it. Actually, I know you do.
Cum again and when you do kiss me when you get some strength. Then kiss the head of my glistening cock, until I am the one with the goosebumps, cum funneling down your dirty little throat.
Such a good girl.
Just taste me.
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