My lips, your breasts, our desire – My Dream

[Real ABF’er]

My Dream

A breast-centric led ABF / ANR lifestyle, is the dynamic I love and so desire, from my first waking moment to my last, always seeking the the deep bond of ABF/ANR on my mind when awake and before sleep.

My lips desire to suckle, to latch on, imbibe on her bountiful goodness. My needs to give loving, soothing, and healing touch to her wanting curves, giving her the relief necessary, and in turn giving my needy lips relief too. A natural quid pro quo in that respect, happily giving and receiving.
I’m a giver, and desire to commit myself, my lips, my mouth, my hands, and every bit of me to her bountiful goodness. Hearing her moan and purr, while she’s relaxed and comfortable, in my embrace, letting herself go, opening her mind as I open her body along with it, my lips are the key to unlocking her prized treasure within herself.

The bond that develops between us, the bond that comes from the passionate embrace of a real ABf/ANR is unreal. From the moment she begins letting herself go with me, whilst she’s melting in my mouth, in that hot sensual way, the two of us enjoying this warm bonding experience.

Enjoying the relaxation, and vulnerability of my lips on her, the warm realm of carnality from our intimacy is always a wonderful experience. Feeling the soothing and wanting bond developing for one another. The sensuality and relaxation that’s developed while letting go in our own world together is the most wonderful. Laying together, relaxing with each other, allowing my lips to bring your body, mind, and spirit, escape from the world, the obligations, the pressure, the stress, and even if it’s just for a moment, letting go of that constant control that’s demands from us so much. Having her fall asleep in my arms , snuggle firmly in my embrace, is the most loving aspect we both most definitely enjoy. It’s as though the whole world fades away, and only we exist for each other.

My warm embrace is firm, protective, and my grip on your goodness, my lips sizzle, melting onto each other. What began as a spark, evolves into flames, with the heat of an inferno.
Losing each other in the wilds of my mouth, my lips on her unbridled goodness, my tongue surfing her curves, licking the flames of her heat.
Grown consenting adults, with wants, needs, and desires, reveling in each other’s carnality. The desire for a breast-centric led dynamic is real, my lips and embrace are ready.

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