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Did you like our Friday night eating-each-other-out sessions?
the greatest moment of our love wasn’t the eventful friday night eating-each-other-out sessions in the cinema (ah, how i loved shoving popcorn in your mouth as punishment when you moaned too loudly)
nor the make-out session in the american museum of natural history in nyc (and maybe i also slid my hand up that pretty flower skirt you were wearing, and maybe you were really wet, and maybe you asked if we could fuck in the bathroom, and maybe we did…)
and it also wasn’t when you gave me a blowjob on the beach after getting drunk and partying until we saw the sunrise (when you moaned, i came in your mouth, and you looked so innocent as my cum came pouring out onto your lips, down your chin, and down into your breasts. when you took your two fingers over your breasts to clean up the rest of my cum, and then sucking on your fingers, right onto your tongue… my cum, our love)
but instead
the greatest moment of our love
was the mischief smiles we exchanged after our monumental moments
like two kids that had just got away with stealing candy.
except, we stole the greatest love, and we turned it into the greatest moments, amore mio.
