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sweetest of fruits.
    His tongue was not content with her breasts alone, the tip ran around her big pink areola, slipping down to the poking reddened tip of her nipple, flicking and rolling the hardness that moved in unison under his active oral organ.
    Indria's moaned and sighed of sheer euphoria at his oral stimulation changed into a gasp at the sudden sharp sting as his teeth sank on her sensitive nipple, making it redder than it already was. She pivoted down at Victor, his eyes glanced naughtily at her. He could tell she enjoyed it and he was right.
    His teeth set on her nipple, he pulled his head back, pulling her sore tit along with him, she gritted her teeth, the mix of pain and pleasure sent her body flooding. She could not take the overwhelming mixture, it was driving her crazy.
    Indria grabbed his head, pulled him away from her sore nipples, shot him a naughty look as she took control, she lowered his head down to her stomach, he kissed and licked at her smooth body as she brought him slowly down to her jeans.
    He got the hint and wasted not one moment removing the last remaining segments of her clothing to reveal her nude glory shining in his entranced eyes. He was powerless at such overpowering brilliance.
    Victor had to worship such womanly perfection, he gave her the full extents of his love to her perfect womanhood. His tongue reached a depth that went beyond the threshold, he broke her body out in an inflamed inferno. He was making her hotter with each flick and insert, releasing a flush of her womanly juices into him.
    She tasted even better than the last time, and the sounds of her flustered panting and gasping added to sweetening it all.
    It was the perfect start to what was to follow.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    The two embraced naked heaving bodies made love in the nestling shroud of night enveloped warmly around them. It was drastically different from the times they experienced in the past with others, harmless moments of youthful fun that held no ties, no emotions and no meaning. It was the polar opposite side of the spectrum, the ties were all around them, on a wonderful package known as love.  The emotions they felt were so potent it made their eyes water to release the swelling feelings they had for their dearest lover. The meaning behind their act of joined unity was as clear as the pale glow of the moonlight seeping through the curtains. It was the truest form of love they had ever seen through their own two eyes, living it with that special kindred spirit that could only be referred to as: the one.
    They had found their one at last, their true loving companion to see it through the unhinged masquerade that was often life. They would come through it all, thick and thin, remaining lovingly coiled at each other's side.
    With the love they had, all that mattered was each other. They were richer than all the monarchs in the world.
     
    Victor and Indria were not simply grinding and digging into the flesh, they were burrowing deeper than that, searching to the soul within and when there, solidifying their love for one another, a tangible love that no would could claim or take, it was all theirs. Their hearts could never belong to any other, it would forever beat for Victor and Indria.
    Everyone else was muted, invisible to their eyes, they could not look at another woman or man. Should one fall for them, they would have to find someone else who was free and looking for love, because it could not be given by either of these two who were occupied sharing their love between themselves.
    It was the way the world of love worked, it could be crazy and it could be sweet, at the end, there was one certain guarantee: their love could never die.
     
    Reaching the flowing centre of their lover, filling their soul with the undying power of their love realized, the two lovers rested in the elated haven of each other's arms, spending the scant remaining moments of the