sunset romance

I'll slide you onto my lap on that chair in the porch as sunset seals the heat between our bodies. As I whisper into your ear for you to draw something. I hope you're not drawing any straight lines because I'm about to poke your ribs and see you bounce on my thighs. Just don't break my hardness, you'll need it for the sweet agony tonight. Fall back on my chest, I want to see you create every shade. My hands are on your waist, you're breathing hard and the paintbrush is slipping away from your sweaty palms. Am dying to stroke your thighs but I hold onto your hair and let you finish the sunset drawing. Whispering kinky things to your already red ears is making you shift position continously on top of my throbbing hardness. You place a slash of paint across my forehead. You turn and there's seduction radiating from beneath your loose t_shirt. We run for the balcony. Last one there will be the one on top. _diaries_ Elliepoet™

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