Tingling
By: Julia L. Clark
I am pouring down curiosity through my cunt walls and I am feeling so besides my self. The candles are flickering light romantic beams from my left shelf. I woke up in delusional because notes of heated words he written in cursive on my clit and made me so wet as milk to corn flake cereal. He gaze through my eyes and he reads my whole untold story of a woman who is naked in her birth day suit dreaming about feeding him her Campbell Soup. Ooh he can be my troop and I can be his lady sergeant barbequing his sausage link with my marinated sauces. I like being held hostage by him as he takes advantage of me with no precautions. My Soul is tingling because I saw him in my dreams and he stroked my hair as he gently worked his way down putting my soul on fire. A choir of quick rage flowed through me because he will later have me climbing walls. I just wonder can he carry me up the hall while I rap my legs around him as on his bed my body falls. The tension of us has build up our desire through words of four play and the way I punctuate him in my thoughts of paragraph breaking him down to my sentences. Do he know I am a Queen of sexual heat with no u turns are no distant limits. Visit me boy and come cruise with your baby through the city limits. I will love to drive your face while I put my back in to it. I made the conclusion he has flew my hot air balloon right in to the streets of Pusan as he took my poo nanny (slang) and drunk her in to a over dose. He is signaturing my held open juicy pussy lips with his honey dip while mumbling with a mouthful. I am moaning to him how good it is that he makes me feel like I taste so delicious. I am crying in my weakest purr how he better not ever leave me with the thoughts of good bye. He striked my match and put hot torch up under my ass. I am Moet poured up in his finest of champagne glass. I let out a hang over of tingling bubbly foams inside his mouth of foreclosure. My pussy she is tingling to be the reason he can’t have a sense of clearer thoughts. I fought you off as a delusional mind game that has came to a dry drought.
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Originally Posted On Site: 2007-09-08 03:14:44
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