φ Passion Fruit φ your hands, sweet lady..... …..slender fingers grasp the base of my full, hanging, basket of fruit pulling, tugging gentle friction, slight contradiction earthy, natural colors....... …brilliant orange, scarlet freshly teased, squeezed you have bent my tree and I am down upon my knees gently, firmer, tighter your inspired lust for me pending a strong release... …exquisitely done with great finesse a euphoria found only in miladys sensual caress languishing long slow methodical........strokes ascending the length of my long φ plantain φ bruising my brownish-yellow skin up and down and up again..... a sweet ripening abounds, taste me heavy, long and hanging down bittersweet drops of Jupiter falling down my thick, twisted vine...... …...beautiful rainmaker you absolutely blow my mind so play with me....... …handle me taste me with your full lips and deep brown eyes capturing the juices that drip from the tip of your tongue the length of days and even longer nights..... …squeeze me, shake the leaves from my tree it pleases me... echoing a banshees scream free this wanton beast locked inside the burning soul of me...... …plant my seed deep within your moist and fertile space wrapped up in spent, brown skin no beginning, no end handsome serpent bearing fruit make it live once again..... …the essence of Eve indulge in my sweetest, most decadent sin with gentle hands, fondle the passion.... .....of my fruit
Posted on: Sat, 19 Apr 2014 22:51:13 +0000
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