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My sexual chemistry with her was explosive, she submitted her body with trust to my gentle touch and satisfying techniques. It was never forced , it was organic, a match made in hell! (So hot) Well they were lots of moments but if l I’ll pick , I’ll say it was a crazy midnight, around 1am, with the moon gazing at us, the midnight breeze caressing our bodies, the trees around dancing to our sexual energy, while she escorted me home , just after the boundary of her home to other side where sight of her begins to fade away, i pinned her to a fence, raised her gown, which was so free and made me wonder how her titties danced in freedom, slipped my fingers in her already wet and dripping pussy, got my meat out, dipped it in to her already dripping warm sauce, didn’t move but just paused to get all the warmth, danced with a couple strokes, pulled out slowly and left her wet and messy so she could have haunting thoughts and while yearning and missing me. No i was connected to her emotionally after i saw her heart and experienced it. She was a whole experience in an unrefined state. Having a physical relationship wasn’t sex dependent, i liked her quickly enough to know that I could date her even if the sex didn’t turn out to be what i imagined.