Beware of the Pussy Whisperer, with Mathilda Sweets

 
They call her Mathilda...  
She is sweet as the cum that drips from the sweetest pussy  
Sexy as the curves of a Lambourgini  
Lips, full and plump...  
To suck away the hard candy, that surrounds the tootsie roll pop she holds in her mouth  
Her classy kisses... so tender and sweet, like fresh fruit  
Accentuating the true meaning of bliss in your entire universe, and where it is derived from  
Something serious, she is...  
Her scent is of sweetness blowing dearly through your senses  
Reminiscent of a mandarin, or maybe even eucalyptus  
She melts in your mouth... or you'll melt in hers  
Always a lady, though at times perverse  
Her slow southern draw compliments her thick ass hips and thighs  
You'll be sure to get sea sick while watching that ass of hers swerve  
Or perhaps, while staring into her eyes...  
No, she is not the type of chick that moves easily  
But when she does, she slides through, over and envelopes your rhythm until you no longer have an urge  
She IS that true sensation that you will always dream of  
She is the butterfly,  
The dove...  
She is the hummingbird...  
   
Pussy whisperer, with his fly-ass ways and slick-ass verbs  
Running all through her heat  
Teasing her with the cure  
Speaking hot-nothings until her throat feels parched  
He knows exactly what her weaknesses are, and that she breathes him in  
He loves her and she loves him back  
But this is about something way, way more diverse than love  
See, the pussy whisperer knows how to speak in tongues  
He knows how to persuade her subtle charm with his ticklish wisdom  
Knows how to make her pussy drip and spasm  
Yearns to taste her sweet sugarplum orgasm  
So, he MUST lay hands on her!  
If only through lyrical immaculate conception...  
No, he MUST feel her hot pussy split... slit... clit  
If not on the tip of his tongue, by the head of his dick  
He MUST taste her cherry, such a formidable sweetness  
And of course, he will lick her lips until the gloss disappears into his  
He whispers to her wings  
For them to spread for him  
For her to fly to him  
She flutters every time, and he knows this  
Whispers of seduction equate to the longing written by the night  
She gives into his truth, allowing him to devour whatever innocence she had left  
"Mathilda"  
He calls to her womb and it throbs for him...  
 
This is when trouble cums...  
Pussy whisperer, lays Mathilda down like he spreads his strawberry jam  
Making her pussy sacrifice more than enough wetness  
He opens her hot, pink crevice and slurps it up like the very last drop of elixer in his cup  
She squirms under the pressure, not knowing how to act  
This IS what she wants... but not to be weak for him  
For his precious persuasion to be pushing through her sweetness, neverending  
So much for apprehension...  
She wants to let him take control, but fears that he will fuck her sweet pussy raw  
And he does because she lets him...  
It hurts in a good kinda way as he spreads it wide  
Leaving handprints on her creamy- juicy ass  
And a soreness in and between her legs  
She is dumbfounded by how easy it was for him to seduce her  
How powerless she has become to his words  
Crippled by the trance he has her under, she surrenders her wings to his thrust  
And he does just that...  
He throws his piece inside of her with powerful thrusts  
Digging deep into her core until she doesn't feel like being sweet anymore  
In fact, she feels quite like a caged animal bursting out of its shell  
Mathilda's sweet pink has turned to a vibrant red  
Now, instead of sugarplum kisses and fairytale wishes breezing through her dreams  
She has been seduced by the night  
Fallen angel, is now a desirous, contemptuous delight  
A treat for the pussy whisperer to feast upon...  
 
Word to the wise: Beware of the pussy whisperer, as he will cum like a thief in the night, turning sweet innocence into a victim of lust; tearing up walls and penetrating barriers. He speaks the dialect of the ancient pharoahs and knows the language of love fluently. Know that when the pussy whisperer has you locked in his sights, you can run but you will never be able to hide...  
 
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