It’s My Birthday Sickle Cell Matters shirt

I wanted to run my tongue over every part of It’s My Birthday Sickle Cell Matters shirt, worship the god before me. Speaking of which, with his shirt off I could see his tattoo properly now. Spanning from shoulder to lower bicep was an homage to the god Mars, done intricately in red, white and black inks. We started to kiss again, hungrily like we would eat each other. Tongues exploring and lips crushed together. Hands slipped up under my dress lifting it up over my head. He stopped to look at me standing there in my bra and panties. His lips came down on mine again as his hands went to work, running up my stomach again to my breasts; massaging both of them at the same time, then back down again to come to rest on my waist. The roughness of his hands felt so good against the smoothness of my skin.

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He began to trail kisses down my body stopping to pay tribute to each nipple through the It’s My Birthday Sickle Cell Matters shirt of my bra, using his teeth to do what his tongue couldn’t with my bra covering them. I arched my back to encourage him to continue what he was doing; running my hands over his broad shoulders and up the back of his neck and through his short hair and back down again. He moved lower to lick and kiss my stomach; his Lips leaving a little trail of wetness, moving lower yet kissing along my hip toward the middle.