"More"

It's as though I am hooked on your love and
you're addicted to mine, my special, insatiable lady,
our mutual desire for sweet, sticky ecstasy only increasing
with each passing day, only yearning for more
of my gentle hands slowly caressing your thirty undulating gallons of
massive, hungry, thirsty, orgasmic udder-bosom, more
of my lips deliciously sucking the thick, erect breast-clitoris
of your aching nipples, and oh-so-much more
of my thrusting, pounding pillar buried deep inside the hungry udder-vulva
of your warm, undulating, satisfying breast-cleavage, moaning with bliss
as my rivers of love-seed repeatedly burst forth in the midst
of your thirsty breast-valley, and yet oh-so-greedy for more of me,
trapping me beneath the thirty insatiable gallons of your massive,
undulating udder-breasts, deliciously squeezing every last drop of
creamy ecstasy from my erect virility deep inside your warm breast-valley.
And I cannot even begin to tell you
just how much I love you, my most-faithful, gentle, special lady,
just how much you mean to me every single hour of the day,
just how much my burning desire for you increases with
each passing minute, and the amorous relief in knowing
that we share a burning, passionate love for each other
that only grows stronger, deeper, more blissfully erotic
with time's passing.  My pillar will never leave the insatiable embrace
of your massive, undulating, thirty-gallon breasts,
my beloved wife.

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