Jennifer felt a tingling sensation within, as Teddy’s warm hands motioned down her back slowly. Fingers fanned out around each butt cheek and scooped her ass upward.
Her posterior was not an apple shape of firmness, but a cream puff of fluff.
Teddy was eager to explore every morsel of this bountiful woman standing before him, as Jennifer cast off those crumbs of embarrassment about herself.
Kisses so tender began upon her left cheek and down onto the corresponding shoulder, as she couldn’t help but whisper “Please, be gentle with me, Teddy…”
“Like a feather, dear Jennifer” Hands motioned along her torso gently, as Teddy circled each plush blossom with his tongue. He was going to make a scintillating feast of her with every touch this night.
Bending downward slightly, his mouth met pillowy stomach with a trail of puckers towards a patch of dark pubic hair.
Teddy’s tongue darted inside of her and Jennifer tittered.
His head returned upward and kissed each breast once more “I want you, Jennifer” Taking her by the right hand, Teddy and she sat upon the bed covered in rose petals.
Scent of red and pink scattered petals were the aromatic accent to an aria of arousal which was about to take place for them.
Lightly, he pushed her body into a reclined position. Teddy’s hands parted plush thighs and tongue tip made contact with her pearl......
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Jennifer never saw herself as something special. She only saw herself as something different. Sometimes things that are different hold a rarity above the ordinary.
A.H. Scott caresses romance in “Jennifer”.
..Every woman is a feast for the senses..