Bust that pussy and that petite ass open for me, you freaky lil thing. And, for the record: I’m just as uninhibited as you, so we’re made for each other.
Let Me Get A Few Things Off My Chest Before We Begin, Though:
(1) I’m not going to be your hen peck or Sugar Daddy. I’m not going to be your trick. See, you’re cute and all, but I’ve had my little fair share of bad bitches here lately. So, if you think that being cute is going to be your claim to fame, I think you need to rethink your plan.
(2) Show me that thang again!
I’m sidetracked now. Ah, let me regain my equilibrium back because bitch, you’re a precious piece of ass–a pecker stimulator. Oh…
(3) I’m not apologizing for my way of being: this obsession with acquiring an ass and its delectable coheart, that fluffy muff box.
(4) This isn’t going to be a one-way street. If you want me devouring your underside with my oral likeness, you best be ready to reciprocate and match this mouth shit. And, to be safe and not sorry: I think we need to start this little festivity off with that 69 action–that way I know you won’t be attempting to play a nigga.
(5) You have to be of consenting age, dear in the state you reside in. I take ’em from the consenting age all the way up to sexy-ass cougar status. I just require that you be candy to my eyes.
(6) Be a shit-talking slut while I’m at that backdoor with my tongue and mouth. The more you swear; the more I’ll adore you. Please express your naughty nature. Feel free to let your inhibitions slide off your countenance for the time being. You can gather your good girl antics back up from the floor once we’re done, but I don’t want that prudish mess anywhere near us during this endeavor.
(7) YOU CAN BRING…
You can bring a friend (even two or three of them). I’ll be in Ass Land. If I’m presented with such sights, I don’t know which behind I’d sample first. They (including you) are all exhilarating and magnetic. My positive fixation is attached to this negative-ass broadcasting. This isn’t just an R-rated viewing; this is some of that lewd shit that’s getting projected over the tube.
What’s even more spectacular/worse is you’re trying to distract me from the other dime pieces in my line of sight. You’re making it hard for a brother, you do know that, right? I guess you’re usurping your little authority here making me well aware that it’s going to be your tiny tail that gets feasted upon first.
Okay, I’m segueing into this disgusting lovely retreat, my damsel. I want you to attest to my activities, so you won’t be able to say I didn’t accommodate you first. The evidence is right here: feel that? Do you notice a tongue rubbing up against your rearend? Oh, I know that butt can sense my breath and warm flesh. I know my flirtatious tongue is getting your attention, and now you’re uncovered and vulnerable: vulnerable to this unearthing.
I would call this a posthumous uprising of sorts, but neither your sexual disposition or mine is six-feet deep in the ground. Your bottom is orchestrating its sounds to my tastebud tapping. Those thick thighs ring in that mouth-on-that-ass Analingus year. That pretty box seems to be on the heels of this rump ravishing. I work both of the masses with my oral claws. Those sexy extensions of you are fixtures in my mouth like dentures would be. Now, that’s some tightness; the only thing we’re missing is the poli grip…
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