HONEY & ROCK

Upon thy bronzed skin she indeed was garnished with honey that was warm enough to ignite her nefarious nipples to a suppled ripened firm.

And like all rock lords, my rock showed no poise, while imbued with a lustful stern.
A lick and snatch of her forbidden cat, the honey did not go to waste. Nor did her juices that closely followed as my rock lord quickened in pace. The sun was a phantom to this moon lit opera that stared both she and I.

Then with honey and rock, an abundance of cream now covered her purring pie.

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