11-23-2011, 08:19 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCRT8IItGpw&feature=related - this song... this thread = perfection XD
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She fell back into her role easily and with some measure of relief, the temptress full of seduction and enchantment to ensnare his senses within a web of desire that was all consuming. His words gave rise to a cat like grin and a flame ignited within the sapphires that stared longingly out at him. He reminded her of Giuseppe in a way, a danger to him, a wildness that was as untamed as it could be, the danger called to her, a siren's song that she was powerless to resist. Thought's of Matteo flew out of her mind completely, the white male was innocence like a first snowflake or raindrop, he could never hope to measure up to the full storm with its howling winds and pounding rain, the young femme knew that she would never be able to stay true to him, he was too nice and what she needed, craved was menacing, nasty and evil.
A gasp was pulled from her like a puppeteer tugging on the strings of his puppet. His words amused her and she laughed, a short barking laughter. He may be a prince but she was no princess. Her blue orbs tracked his movement as he straddled her lithe form, the clothes that looked so sexy on him now hindered their progress. The shame at her scars and lack of fur seeped away into nothing, it obviously didn't put him off at all. He nudged forwards and she leaned back against the ground, kissing him back with passion, an ivory hand sliding along his cheek. Her mind was a whirling inferno of lust and a low moan of pleasure made its way up her chest, she could feel his heat through the denim of his jeans and her other hand snaked down between them and began to tug against the button that help it closed and him contained.
315
She fell back into her role easily and with some measure of relief, the temptress full of seduction and enchantment to ensnare his senses within a web of desire that was all consuming. His words gave rise to a cat like grin and a flame ignited within the sapphires that stared longingly out at him. He reminded her of Giuseppe in a way, a danger to him, a wildness that was as untamed as it could be, the danger called to her, a siren's song that she was powerless to resist. Thought's of Matteo flew out of her mind completely, the white male was innocence like a first snowflake or raindrop, he could never hope to measure up to the full storm with its howling winds and pounding rain, the young femme knew that she would never be able to stay true to him, he was too nice and what she needed, craved was menacing, nasty and evil.
A gasp was pulled from her like a puppeteer tugging on the strings of his puppet. His words amused her and she laughed, a short barking laughter. He may be a prince but she was no princess. Her blue orbs tracked his movement as he straddled her lithe form, the clothes that looked so sexy on him now hindered their progress. The shame at her scars and lack of fur seeped away into nothing, it obviously didn't put him off at all. He nudged forwards and she leaned back against the ground, kissing him back with passion, an ivory hand sliding along his cheek. Her mind was a whirling inferno of lust and a low moan of pleasure made its way up her chest, she could feel his heat through the denim of his jeans and her other hand snaked down between them and began to tug against the button that help it closed and him contained.