How I yearn to break you off like perms.
But you remain kinked, tangled between my fingers, your texture. Your memories. Embedded in my fingertips, I reek of you. I lick you. I kiss you. I have become accustomed to....you. Tart and tangy yet tantalizing, I suck the slope between thumb and forefinger. I bite lightly on my palms, I suck your scent out of my nails; I invite you to taste my tongue. I drown you between thighs and I smush you against tits and I rub you against my legs like lotion; melt into me, layer me in your protection and let's fuck make love, make lust, make fudge. Make me taste like you. Make me melt like you and smell like you and smile like you and style like you and stiff and stuff it like you make it ruff like you.I want to be the wrapper in which you are contained. Let me embrace your crevices, your curves, your nuts.Let me keep you safe from other yearning fingers, because baby mines are experienced. My fingers have strummed against the strings of an unwilling heart and made it sing. My fingers have explored cold terrains and found warm beds. Sugar darling sexy baby, I know what to do to make you sweat...
Let's Fuck.
Sweet humid passion.
Hickies on your neck as I bite down hard and swallow.
Piece by piece I own you, I break you and I mold you into something beautiful as you fill up my throat.
I please you and I love you because the more I want you the more you give; you never stop giving, you never stop loving, you never leave, because you need my warm breath, and my wet mouth. Cum for me....
Shit, I Came too=)
Cotton panties stained with your drip drops. Bra smeared in your happy thoughts. Thank you for a freaky funky, bitter chocolaty good time...
Succulent bitch
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