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There's no doubt you talk hella game, know all the right words to say, push my buttons with your imagination get me set, wet and eager to play.
Late nights of fiery conversation are just the start; See now you've got my curiosity piqued. Time to stop talking all that shit, take it like a man- you're about to be freaked.
Can you handle the force of a real woman ? How long could you last before you start to slip? How much restraint would you have if I switched direction and tightened my grip?
What I really wanna know is can you go deep? My legs wrapped tightly pulling you in from the waist bodies bending and flexing until my ankle rests on your shoulder gently touching your face.
Let me make you feel you're entangled in a menage a trois lips following fingers along a slick trail of bliss knowing no one woman could please all of you at once. It's only me though baby- don't need any help to work it like this.
You say the sounds of my passion ignite you from within, watching my movements with your mind's eye as I lie here. If you're ready to stop teasing and deliver what you promise I'll show you what pleasure looks like as I whisper in your ear.
My lips thirst for a sip from your well of desire to use your body as a straw and drink you in slow. My body hungers for the delicacy of you dipped in me, to use only my hands to taste you from head to toe.
You want to "savor the flavor of nectar so sweet." Put down your fork- I know how you like to bite, honey brown southern fried perfection to sink your teeth into. Just say the word and we can start this tonight.
RLT �2000 |
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