The Rhythm of Jazz Man: Part Two
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Once Jazz Man lay his long lean body on top of mine I felt my pussy come alive. The power inside having lay dormant all this time was now burning burning burning burning. My hips started to move to the rhythm of my pussy muscles.
My back arched and I turned to expose my bare neck. His mouth skimmed my lips, teasing, then plucked at the skin over my throat. I let out a long low lilt.
His hands never left my body. His eyes may have made me feel like a woman, but his hands made me feel like a goddess. They barely left my body the entire night.
