Darling, I’m Lara.
I do body-to-body massage with French kissing and so on……
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At first, it’s just the lips that touch gently and tentatively. But the real conquest is the tongue – a soft yet determined messenger, carrying its own unique scent, warm and moist, like the most intimate smell of churned-up earth after a rain. It doesn’t feel like a demand, but rather an exploration, slowly tracing the sensitive curve of the teeth and sending a slight shiver through me.
Saliva is no longer just a bodily fluid; it becomes a mysterious elixir of exchange, with a hint of sweetness and a subtle touch of salt, a blend of sea breeze and body heat. You feel yourself beginning to melt, the boundaries blurring, as if two separate souls were trying, through this most primal channel, to blend awkwardly and passionately into a warm, formless unity.
The lingering moisture and the slight swelling of the lips are a silent seal, and the entire mouth, indeed the whole body, is already taken over by a foreign, persistent breath.
It is not an end, but a long afterglow following a conquest without style
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