I love this picture, so many curves, like pathways for your eyes to travel. A feast for the eyes. When I go back to this moment in my mind, it’s not the visual that I remember. My eyes were mostly squeezed shut, my mouth open and gasping, crying out with passion, grunting with the effort to bring her in more deeply. The room smelled like sex — glorious, blooming, ripe sex. I was reaching for anything to anchor myself, to brace myself against, so that I could force myself back on her cock, squeezing her in response to my orgasms.
I love the marks. The bruising on my ass, the grip marks on my fore arm, marks of passion and ecstasy.
My glorious, sexy Roxy, thank you for sharing passionate, hot moments with me and thank you for capturing some of these moments on film. As always, these pictures trigger a flood of memories and sensations. They are a doorway into our shared past and a preview of our future.
Happy HNT, y’all
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