Passionately waiting for romance to begin,
that trail, too never end.
Waiting so patiently for the heat,
of his hands,
stirring my body,
until voluntarily, my hypnotized hips,
I craved to take two hands and a tongue,
to his waiting member’s stance,
with just a few pulls,
he backs away
before I blow his chance.
So mystique was the dashing flicks of his tongue’s beginning,
tingling, meshing, mingling with my excitement,
without an ending.
As I slid down,
into each momentous lash,
steering his head over my swollen sweet pea’s, protruding sass.
Making its appearance feverishly known,
waywardly between his lips,
the tip of his nose.
As he marvels over my little friend,
he took his big plan,
rubbing it against my condescending side grin.
Staring amazingly down,
testing the waterfalls temperature,
before going all in.
he erotically rammed…
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