Don’t Shoot The Messenger.

Staring at you while I choke on it so you can see the tears and dedication in my eyes, don’t be surprised that the passions of my soul began to enlighten and come alive the moment that my tongue started to landscape and pry for your sweet spot, the one that’ll have you like Tarzan coming down from the treetops. To be honest I’m really shy, I would have to feel comfortable around someone to let them see the other side, look me in my eyes no one will ever know… that I can make a pretty dick disappear down my fucking throat. I haven’t fully learned how to walk with a head full of confidence, more confident in my head because it only makes sense, I just want to be boo’d up and nasty, slurp the juices from my pussy then kiss me and spit it back at me.