sex blog roundup: eat it up
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After minute after exquisite minute of my lips crushed against hers, sometimes desperately crawling into each other’s mouths, bones and muscles meeting, sometimes the gentlest paintbrush touch of only the top most layer of skin, we detangled. I let my arms rise from her body as if they were steam. Felt the echo of her touches. Her fingertips everywhere. Body against mine pressing at every angle. Her leg stretched out, knee over my lap.