Good Morning Grin All I could do was grin, She said I wrote so good she wanted to suck my pen. She envisioned me in front of her Whispering her name, Unclothed with just my book in front of what She calls her new friend, not planning any end. Eyes rolling back so hard she could burst a blood vessel thighs so wet I told her “Let me be your comfort zone when the world stresses you” All I could do is grin They no longer curl, her toes speak in sign language Like I had two tongues, so fast Back and forth out of control She didn’t know if I was licking on her clit or licking inside of her hole, I start with my nose, then top lip to bottom lip by the time I get to my chin I start to sip, like her clit was a straw and I plan to drink it all making her cum fall she calls it slurpy seven eleven Habib, nasty feed it to me on a spoon, On the wall, off the wall on the floor until we can’t take anymore. And all I could do is grin when she told me I would need a neck brace and a scuba mask she told me she would make me eat her ass. I wish I could see her body when she reads my words Private thoughts of just us two, We already know what we would do, Watch her body when she start to breath deep When she’s thinking erotic thoughts touching her sweets Candy coated avalanche, her body wouldn’t stand a chance. I want to ask “I wonder what they think you’re reading or listening to while you’re thinking of me digging in you” asking what she sat in the back of her pants look damp. And all I could do is grin Knowing she would send streams rolling down my chin sounding like bubble wrap, hand claps applauding, appalling how I could do my mental darling, mental orgasms is what it was, the sound of air rising to the top of a water jug when my tongue dug twirling on it slurping berserking gulping and burping, light speed fast, deep until she is bursting Imagining me doing it until she erupts, her body needs a hand truck, my words make the hair on her pussy stand up. And all I could do is grin, she can’t read it when she’s out and about, or she may need to invest in more pantie liners or even depends, to stop the seepage of the wetness her pussy reaches and im soooo nasty I ask if I can keep it, To smell it When I can’t eat it. And all I could do is grin, We think of the same freaky things And if we ever were face to face she knows the passion we would bring. Written By Tracy L. Styles
Posted on: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 13:41:46 +0000
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