Cold Dinner

Her white wine was chilled and yet all she could see was

ME!


Yes! See dinner was prepared warm and still all

she

wanted

was

me!
To penetrate the core of her infrastructure when I've reached my peak
Breaking down the foundation of her walls with deep strokes
In hopes her pussy would run down like the condensation against her Sangria glass cheek

I'm

ready

to

eat

However the essence between her thighs behind laced red satin got me weak
She decided to feed me portions of her sweet amrita
Knowing my tongues accent and repetitious reenactments could have her watering her Rosita
The different flavors of her scent
Sent her aroma through the atmosphere as I laid her body against the wall adjacent to the vent
Despite the tugging and pulling of my zipper
I gripped her waist
Looked directly inside her eyes and proceeded to drive my soul into her face
The heavy breathing from her lungs behind each full thrust
Filled a void inside her canal that I had to adjust
She screamed out in ecstasy
From that last lift into me
Opening her flood gates tremendously
Every inch of me erupted inside her
Pulsating & throbbing to think that I'd prefer
A cold dinner with warm wine
Blown candles with someone fine
See dinner was prepared warm and all she

wanted

was



Me!

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