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The Old Philips

  1. The dimness of the old Phillips clock says 6:21 , 2/14/2022…it is the day of love. The warmth of the wine and laughter from last night has been replaced by a flannel sheet and the old hand sewn comforter from a decade or two ago.

    In the calmness of the room the most basic of all needs is present as you inhale then exhale in a rhythmic chorus of life. The silhouette of your shoulders and hips are traced by the single gleam of light sneaking its way in between the old sheets serving as curtains….i think , what is there not to love about this old cabin on this day.

    I slowly slide across until my chest reaches  the ray of light and feels the warm of my old shirt u slipped on a few hours previously, my legs bend at the knees allowing our thighs to share.

    The warmth has stirred your body and awoken your mind as our hands find each others and a kiss is delivered to the neck, the softness is such that the kiss extends to several. You take our hands and slide them to your soft thighs, where they separate and we each enjoy the power of the bodies largest muscle as a certain rhythmic cadence is taking over our hips.

    Sliding my arm under your shoulders the firmness of the embrace is solidified as our breathing is synchronized. i move my  hand , brushing your breast over your neck and paint the outline of your nose , eyes and mouth softly with my fingers , your head tilts back allowing our lips to meet as the intensity of our morning dance elevates.

    The old shirt is only partially buttoned and in the ray of light your breast is clearly exposed as my hand slides into the opening. The soft beautiful tenderness is only exceeded by the firmness of your nipple as it finds its way between my fingers and the intensity of our kissing.

    You finish unbuttoning the shirt and pull it off, the exhilaration of total skin on skin has increased the cadence of our hips , thus developing a   Glow of lubricating  perspiration between us while allowing unobstructed access to your hardened breasts, neck and face.

    Without any deliberate advance you place your top leg on mine  allowing me to move my hand and find panties made of what seemingly is your skin.
    Your body slows and stiffens as my hand finds its way over you, alongside your glowing thighs and traces the defined lines of your wet lips. My finger moves easily and with each movement there is an increase in the dampness and the intensity of our hip cadence. A calculated movement of the finger and you are totally exposed and my hand has complete control of the erotic anticipation .

    You grab my hand and force my finger inside you which is met with a low and steady moan and push of your hips onto my erection . One finger is now two, you tilt your head again our mouths meet just intime for you to eject and cover us with your hot ladyness

    Our torso’s are sliding freely as a result of the heat under the flannel as your dripping panties are removed and our pelvis’s meet . my fingers have a nipple firmly tucked between them as you reach behind take my penis and guide it perfectly into your hot invitation, we move in perfect concert as My movement increases to a thrust with one hand on your pelvis and the other on your neck. The ramping of passion and breathing systematically increases, i am steel hard and the slapping of our pelvis’s is perfectly timed, u tilt your head and as our tongues find each other we jointly explode our erotic elixir over the other.
    Happy Valentines.

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