Something about the romance of a dark ocean under a moonlit sky really brings out the elemental instincts of a person. Guys may be prone to barbaric torch-wrestling atop a rocky cliff, but the ladies — they know where it’s at. They slowly let down each other’s hair, then remove each other’s clothing, button by button, until they’re in nothing but bare skin.
Dear Delicious Mona,
I want you too. Your outrageous stripping in front of the man you picked up in that bar got me so excited that I didn’t know what to do with myself for several days. I wandered around the city muttering “I want you” to myself, imagining you locked in the words of your last experiment, speaking them to absolutely everyone who caught your eye, imagining you fucking strangers in mysterious rooms, imagining you wrapping your lips around the cock of that man you desired and let catch you stripping…and imagining your lips around mine, remembering my own glimpse of your tight curves as you stripped for me too.
She’s a masterful coquette, artfully holding her botanical accessories just so, to hide her most precious parts from prying eyes. Like a Greek goddess of the spring, she’s got us thinking of lush vegetation rising up from the cool earth. Or is that just our figurative penis responding to her knowing stare?
A marvelous pair of breasts really needs no embellishment… But a messy spurt of cum really livens up any set. And this is a case where you needn’t paint within the lines or be concerned with symmetry and such. Freeform cum spreading is a fine art in and of itself.