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Mm...Oh...My..Oh... My

Tasting my honeyed nectar for such a sweet confirmation, inhale, yes, that is my sweet licking scent under your nostrils
 
My thoughts in your head that makes your dick grow  
My mouth, choking, drooling, as you dart your dick to the back of my thraot  
My pussy jucies coveting that hard dick down there  
My fine scratches to your back, when you’re drilling me, deeper and deeper  
 
Breathless, your mouth bucking  
69 you’re licking, I’m dick sucking  
 
Hazed filled lustful eyes, greedy for the drips of your release  
My legs trapping you to my body  
 
My carnal pleasure you take in the height of passion  
My moans, my begs you hear to your ears  
My scent, my jucies, clinging to those groin hairs when you go and take a piss  
Mm…my body you yearn for when the stress gnaws at you, feining for that moist reminisce    
Laying me down in haste  
Slipping, throbbing, grunting inside my tightness for your pearly release that refuse to wait  
 
My pussy you imagine when you’re away  
My pussy you hunt from when you return  
My pussy you taste before you go to bed  
My cunt gyrating on your face when you awake  
My arms you cannot deny, you cannot refrain from
Sliding in and out that sticky icky butter rum    

My body dipping to fit the contour when your hard dick ease inside
The swooning sounds when your girth and my cunt hungrily collide
 
 
From the back, my spine dips  
Licking my fingers, then bounding my hands  
My ass you smack over and over when you’re all up in this wet gift  
 
My lips, you kiss  
My clit you taste before your dick invades my wet slit  
Your grip to my curvaceous hips  
Your deep thrusts parlaying inside me  
My body in your absence, you seem to miss  
 
I own you  
I own your mood  
Your favorite, cunninglingus food  
I own the air you breathe  
The words that come out your mouth  
Each finger you taste from my silken south  
 
When you say thank you and please behind the soft bites, the thrill, the tease  
The steps you take to get to me  
Now get down on you kness  
Wrists out, handcuffed, ballgag, muffled silent shouts  
Desires demanded, carnal cravings supercedes  
My legs are open, pull me to the edge of the bed and softly explore inside my pinkish needs  
 
Mm…oh yes…that’s right, get addicted to the honeyed wet  
An ice club rolling over my body, sticking it inside my cunt  
Tantalizing my pussy, in your mouth it slowly melts  
The hunger for me, good for your health  
Mm… undercover sensations your body has never felt
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
What finally is beauty? Certainly nothing that can be calculated or measured. It is always something imponderable, something that lies between things.

Ludwig Mies van der Rohe
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