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both crying out loudly together and holding onto each other tightly as they crested that pleasure wave and started to come down on the other side.

      Gasping afterward, Marcus collapsed onto Catherine who was still holding him close to her. She was also trying to catch her breath.

      “Oh my god,” she finally managed to say. “What are you doing to me?”

      “Only good things, my love,” Marcus replied. “Only good things.”

      “Then promise me that you’ll never stop,” Catherine said.

      “Oh I promise,” he said as he smiled down at her. “I’ve waited too long for this moment and I’ll devote my life to making you the happiest you’ve ever been.”

      “I’ll accept that then. For now,” she said as she returned his smile.

      In her mind's eye she really wanted him sexually more than she admitted, but she did not believe one single word that came out of his mouth. She knew that she had to go on a quest to find out who he really was, but for now she just had the desire to continue her love play with him and to satisfy her lust with his manly breast and lower body parts for one last time.

      She had experienced his mastery of love before and she had felt him inside her before, but this time his cock felt even better inside of her.

      He felt so good inside her and all she cared about was repeating the dance of love that he had just performed inside her.

      She had so much sexual desire for him and her sexual appetite was bigger than she imagined. She wanted to fall under his love spell once again. She wanted to sing the mantra of love and fall in trance of love and passion.

      She tought, "tomorrow is another day and tomorrow is for clarity. Tonight I just want to be taken by this man again and again, and let him be my master of ecstatic lust and climax!"

      "I am getting something for you from my car!", he explained while he quickly dressed himself and while Catherine still played her fantasy in her head about how the evening had to continue.

      "Don't let me alone for a long time!", she replied.

      "This will only take a few seconds", he answered.

      He came back with a shiny golden box that looked like he had burried some real secret inside in one hand and a bottle of Chrystal pink champagne in the other hand and exclaimed: "Happy Valentine, once again, sweatheart!"

      He popped up the champagne and poured two glasses and handed one over to her.

      They were toasting with the bubbly champagne, and he placed the curious looking golden box on the floor trying to shove it away from where they were taking a seat to enjoy their third Valentine.

      Catherine was curious and interested about the contents of the box and tried to lead the conversation. As she took all her courage to ask him directly about the box, he grabbed her beautiful and curvy body layed her softly on her back on the soft couch and showered her with the most amazing firework of kisses that she had ever experienced in her life.

      She closed her eyes and got under his magic spell, once again. She totally forgot about the box and sacrificed every living moment to his well tained body of muscle and enjoyed every second that he touched her full breasts with his expert caresses.

      He picked up her voluptious body and carried her over to the bedroom. He undressed her beautiful curvy body once again, and he exposed his manly looking body of pure muscle right in front of her wide open eyes.

      She thought: "In this ecstatic state his lower body parts look even hornier than before!"

      She had not seen his body so close and so clear before because everything had happened so quickly when they made love for the very first time. This time she really used the light to her advantage. She admired his body very closely because there was still light coming into the room from the soft evening sun shining through her drapes.

      By now she had totally forgotten about the secret box outside. As she had her eyes wide open to enjoy the manliness of his body, he caressed her full naked breasts and her beautiful feminine body under the satin sheaths. She felt wetter than usual because he did such an expert finger job.

      She moaned and asked for more touching and caressing. They enjoyed playing the game of petting for a very long time until the sun went down and until both were ready. He took her from behind and encountered her again and again and with pure lust and pleasure. He put his hard manliness inside her vagina and in an inexhaustibly way. He encountered her from every imaginable side and with all his manly sexual power. He changed his love making motions in an endless way from hard to soft and from soft to hard encounter and until they both climaxed at the very same time.

      Infatuated and sweaty from the act of love making, they fell in each others arms.

      Catherine had no drop of energy left in her body to think about what was burried in the box outside in her living room. She rationalized her urge and interest of the box with a last kiss that she stole from her lover's lips. She was too tired and too exhausted to give the box situation anymore of her attention.

      "The box can wait until tomorrow", she had whispered into her soft satin pillow, and she quickly and profoundly fell asleep until the sunlight woke her up the very next morning when she had to face yet another intriguing moment of truth...

      A Love Poem In 24 Verses: Love Is Like You

      Love Is Like A

      Love is Like A

      Love is like Albert Einstein's gravity rule.

      Love is also like insanity, like an addiction you can't break.

      To reach a new high, there's nothing you'd leave behind in your state of mind.

      Love is like gravity, always pulling you quite dramatically close to the lover you chose.

      You can try to escape, but eventually you'll come back for another love check.

      Love Is Like B

      Love Is Like B

      Love is like breathing or like a box of chocolate because you never know what you get.

      Love is also like breathing in a deep tropical breeze.

      It makes you feel warm with the greatest of ease.

      Love is like dancing with a stranger all night long.

      Even when you don't know then, you know that you belong.

      Love Is Like C

      Love Is Like C

      Love is like chemestry or candy on a shelf, but love is also just like jumping off a cliff into the ocean deep.

      It consumes you every moment even in your deepest sleep.

      Love is mythical, incredible and always quite wonderful.

      Even on its darkest days, it is always quite like riding on a sleigh or eating your favorite soufflé.

      Love Is Like D