OUR MIDNIGHT RENDEVOUS * * *

It's 2am
Damn..
I felt his thrust again
my daddy is ready for round 2
his hardness drives me near
with this overwhelming desire.
touch's from his body
weakens me
instantly....
Ready to devour his dick like it's my last meal
end of the world....
the last man standing...
burring my face onto the center of his slope
...i just breathe
basking in the ambiance of passion
mixed with the sweet perfumes of his
manhood
I take action
consuming all of his identity until i
feel the tip of his head
tickle deep into the depths of
my enchanted airway....
In the darkness we smile
taking his hands...
he position's my head.
Allowing for the flow to go deeper
he begin's to moan from the pleasure...
crying out my name..
Let's me know that he's near
I close my eyes
and begin to feel his thick rigid vein
pulsating in my mouth
secreting out fascinations of that
oh so delightful,
nectar of juices, i have grown to love.
I pull up and face his delicate brush
holding on,
as i feel the warm smooth colors
painting me like Picasso did
his Weeping Woman.



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