Peter Peter being of sweet sexuality sensuality looked neither right or left
Strutting with strides emphasizing muscular detail flexing biceps he flowed
Grinning with teeth of brillant white he spied three females of luminating glow
Hair skin form of proportioned incredible sweet his eyes wondered inch by inch of sweet leisure
Hooking muscular arm around slim form of feminine luscious warmth he kised all with erotic flicks of tongue over lips of petal
Peter throwing his leonine head back laughed uproariously deeply in throat of strong
Stroking curls with square hands of strength he preened before eyes of admiration full
Loudly professing his eternal love he stroked figures of full with hands of hungry heat
Exuding savoir-faire he kissed palms of three before grasping the hair of one in tight command saying we play we play the games of lust and thrust
Disappearing behind curtain of beaded delight he ripped as wolf the clothes from fervish form of heat
Clinging tights as if the wind had her mind she gasped his name over over as tremble rocked her soul as he suckled with thrist of many
Lips coasting down flesh of sweet dew he coaxed response of organistic earthquake as he thrust upward impaling her on shaft of sugar hunger
Peter covered he fully and begin the rhymic rock of to and fro until she whimpered deep saying please please please
Smiling with satisfaction he held her close chasing quake after quake of inner trembling sweet fire as it consumed him whole
Curling her close he sighed with contentment and ordered next By Felicia McCaw
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