Wet Remanence

My morning started off dry, until the heated droplets of the shower head hit me. Which put me in the mindset of just how juicy her pussy may be.

Water trinkling from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet. I lick my lips before the hydration escapes my mouth, And hits my chest. I grab my body wash and begin to cleanse my province of lustful thinking but... It seems to late, too wash away the vivid imagination that the "temptations" once said was running away with me.

My lathered flesh, longing to gravitate towards fulfillment of her Poseidon  pool of bliss... Swish, after swish, splash after splash!!.... Hold up!.... I need to breath before the erotic thoughts of mine cause me to overload between these wet walls of what I'm wishing was her slippery cum slopes.

Standing inside such a warm fluid place, I begin to remanence past wet dreams.... Visioning the wettest...and stickiest of thing.

Like the Milky Way space that I know resides... Between the heart of those mocha filled thighs....

Water drizzle tapping my manhood like I want to tap that....but I relax... Focusing on kissing her like a masseuses hands to a tension filled body In need of release.

Nibbling every part of her like an infants lips to the nourishing nipples of supple breast.... My hard head met her soft azz... My hands met her wet reality on top of the one I'm standing inside of....mmm!
Picturing turning her around.. One leg up, one leg down. Her back against the wall, our pelvises thrusting like an exotic dancers hips

Oooo.... I'm stroking you baby, so intrigued with how you're holding me baby! scratching me baby...your moans crying out too me baby! like Hebrew tongues in a moist musical of dick tapping the keys of pussies piano. and just as the dick hits your g-spot like c-sharp...we both erupt,  I come to my senses and rinse off like Damn!....its just another wet remanence.!