Sex Is An Art. Vol 1

 
 I think it’s about time, that you’ve had a woman to play with your dick and not your mind, spirits aligned, to nurture and care for, a home cooked meal that I prepared for,

you,

take off your shoes too, sit down and relax so I can show you a thing or two and in fact I listen very well, discovering new spots on your body with my tongue, I know where to lick so I can already tell, a kiss here and a few kisses there, rub my face all in your nuts so I can play in your hair.

Thank you for allowing me to have full control and although I can’t guarantee that I won’t suck your soul, it’s the time and patience that I appreciate the most, this is not a test drive better yet an endurance ride edging you off the side of this chair, look down then back up at me and just stare.



Now you locked in, our third eyes penetrating past pendulum, study your breathing in motion with how it’s throbbing to slow down so you don’t cum, speaking through my hands but I’ll never say a word, absorbing how you moan and singing sounds like a bird, I place my mouth on it so I can taste what I heard, throat jerking, toes curling I’m a sexual nerd.

Anxious for you to release now, longing to drink you Daddy just so I can show you how,

much,

nutting all in my mouth got your dick sensitive to the touch, nice and easy, let it twitch, watch it ooze, slurp it sleazily.