I am in love with this picture as much as I am in love with the man who took it. I feel like a paint made by Botticcelli, oddly enough he says that for him I am his very own Botticcelli woman. I wish we could spend all of our days like this, but for now, knowing we both want the same, is more than enough.
This is so insanely sexy and romantic at the same time. Hold on to any guy that likens you to art. Thank you so much for sharing this erotic moment with us. I hope you are able to have many more soon.
I love it when my wife does this to me. Use my mouth, rub yourself all over my face for your pleasure. I love it.
God i fucking love the way she’s crouching and the way she’s dressed.
I want someone to take pictures like this with.
We woke to Seattle rain. There’s something about rain that moves us. Something electric that makes our bones roll like velvet and rhythm. I couldn’t help but slip her clothes off and cover her softness with my hot mouth. We ended up in the front room… Windows open… Scarlet drapes lifted in the damp summer wind. She opened her legs and I explored her with my tongue. Her round, fleshy ass rubbed across our 1964 phonograph while I fucked her. I worship this woman. Look at her. Who wouldn’t worship her?