<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8538987306310994908</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:57:01.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MatallicTears</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metallictears.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538987306310994908/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metallictears.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Orlando Quintin Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04797733723978570811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-LN4IeIkr0/Smym5sJ8NxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/k1HskgGmWwA/S220/khkh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8538987306310994908.post-3798638682300893944</id><published>2009-07-26T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:17:25.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too late to turn back :prt 2   BY: Orlando Quintin Jones</title><content type='html'>The sweet sent of sex now filling the room&lt;br /&gt;Sweat begging to run down your body and mine&lt;br /&gt;You place your hand on my firm torso&lt;br /&gt;You reach up slowly as if you were gasping for air&lt;br /&gt;More you cry, more!&lt;br /&gt;I proceed to deliver&lt;br /&gt;Too late to turn back&lt;br /&gt;I slowly pick you up as if you were weightless&lt;br /&gt;Me still in side&lt;br /&gt;Your insides now clenching my front ever so tight&lt;br /&gt;Holding your body firm&lt;br /&gt;I slowly start to move you up and down&lt;br /&gt;The look on your face says it all ,how does he know what I like?&lt;br /&gt;Faster! Faster! you belt loudly as your eyes begin to roll back&lt;br /&gt;With no hesitation I obey my queens commands&lt;br /&gt;You feel nothing now but me hitting that spot you thought know man could&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy run down your face&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes!, Just like that you begin to vociferate loudly&lt;br /&gt;As if your body were numb your arms fall slowly&lt;br /&gt;I feel your body shaking on mine&lt;br /&gt;Have I done it so soon?&lt;br /&gt;I feel a warm liquid trickle down my leg&lt;br /&gt;I proceed to lay you on the bed&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes now closed&lt;br /&gt;suddenly they open&lt;br /&gt;I’m not finished with you yet!&lt;br /&gt;I smile, I can see the desire in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You proceed to take control pulling me onto the bed&lt;br /&gt;With me on my back you jump over top of me&lt;br /&gt;You sit down slowly&lt;br /&gt;Your now so sensitive, you feel every move&lt;br /&gt;You begin to grind on me&lt;br /&gt;You love the feeling knowing you are now on top in "control"&lt;br /&gt;I look up at you with a smirk, that all you got? I ask&lt;br /&gt;This does only what I wanted you to do&lt;br /&gt;You begin to move faster&lt;br /&gt;Trying to please your king as he has done for you&lt;br /&gt;The sexy motion of your body makes me stiffer than I have ever been&lt;br /&gt;You feel this inside you&lt;br /&gt;Your moans are like the best music to my ears&lt;br /&gt;You look down at me while biting your bottom lip&lt;br /&gt;You like that? you ask me with nothing but confidence&lt;br /&gt;I answer ...I love it&lt;br /&gt;I now feel as though I am coming to my climax&lt;br /&gt;So I lift you off me and place you on your stomach&lt;br /&gt;You rise now on your knees and your hands&lt;br /&gt;I approach behind you holding my self&lt;br /&gt;I put it in slow again you feel me in your stomach&lt;br /&gt;I begin to speed up the process&lt;br /&gt;You begin to grab the sheets your shouts and moans get louder&lt;br /&gt;Faster and faster I went&lt;br /&gt;Sweat now poring off my body&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to cum! you yelled&lt;br /&gt;A look of confusion now on my face I don’t stop&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to cum too I said softly&lt;br /&gt;I continue to stroke your wetness as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;All at once&lt;br /&gt;We both yelled I’m Cumming!&lt;br /&gt;In seconds the best feeling relieved my body and yours&lt;br /&gt;I laid there in my own mess&lt;br /&gt;My queen proceeded to clean it&lt;br /&gt;She now laid on my chest&lt;br /&gt;My mescaline arms around her&lt;br /&gt;I love you I said&lt;br /&gt;Too late to turn back now&lt;br /&gt;I love you too baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8538987306310994908-3798638682300893944?l=metallictears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metallictears.blogspot.com/feeds/3798638682300893944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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rub it gently&lt;br /&gt;You try to bare it&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is too much&lt;br /&gt;You start to moan softly&lt;br /&gt;You reach down slow&lt;br /&gt;You weren’t expecting what you felt&lt;br /&gt;You start to think can I do this&lt;br /&gt;Too late too turn back now&lt;br /&gt;You proceed to take it out&lt;br /&gt;You gently start rubbing up and down&lt;br /&gt;The idea in your head “I run this”&lt;br /&gt;Now I start to take control&lt;br /&gt;Too late to turn back&lt;br /&gt;I lay you gently on your back&lt;br /&gt;Still kissing your body all over&lt;br /&gt;I slowly attempt to put it in&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes close ,you bite your lips&lt;br /&gt;This does nothing but turn me on&lt;br /&gt;You feel my head break you&lt;br /&gt;You give a lowed but sexy moan&lt;br /&gt;A little pain&lt;br /&gt;Too late to turn back now&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I start to stroke your insides&lt;br /&gt;Your liquids all over my front&lt;br /&gt;You have never felt a feeling like this before in your life&lt;br /&gt;You can feel me in your stomach &lt;br /&gt;We both start to get into it&lt;br /&gt;Too late to turn back  ……………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8538987306310994908-1109640148374583768?l=metallictears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metallictears.blogspot.com/feeds/1109640148374583768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://metallictears.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-late-to-turn-back-by-orlando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538987306310994908/posts/default/1109640148374583768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538987306310994908/posts/default/1109640148374583768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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