FILL  YOUR  PUMPS

                  There is not a sexier woman alive that can fill your pumps, with soft moans sung, lingering sweetly. Your kissable lips are hot, the way you lick them slowly. Delicious tongue kisses melt me with boiling heat, advancing soft and urgently. I adore how you attack me with a slick mischievous smile, while willing too work womanly wants on me. Not knowing that sexy you had cum before I arrived, with sticky sweet honey on eight out of ten fingers. Putting one too my lips too shush me, I taste that sticky digit like my tongue was the last too know. Turned on completely by your womanly whispered dirty talk. Smelling honey breath, from fingers being sucked on. You butterfly kiss my chest, taking licks and sucks too my nipples like I tease pleasing you. It got me so aroused, my sugar cane met you three inches above my naval. I enjoy your real knack and soft touch stroking and head bob, trying too take it all in. Your tongue played my concrete flute so well, I thought you were nominated for a Grammy, Like best artist or album of the year. With a strong steady bob you had me groaning like crazy, with tongue talents and tantalizing mouth. Fondling balls and loving strokes brought me too no return as I explode all over that pretty face and I'm still stone. As your out-of-this-world suck fest continued, since I never stop, I grab handfuls of hair and fuck your hot mouth with rewarding intent. When the boiling urge came, "Ooooo FUuuCK", my lava hit the back of your throat. Swallowing, you milk me like a champ. And there is not a sexier woman alive that can fill your pumps.











             Sir Lancelott