I’d love to give him head just to watch him fold and liquidfy, watch him reach that very moment where tears begin to form but my tongue formations are so in order that his ducts can’t seem to cry.
I’d love to capitalize, spell my name in cursive font across his shaft til’ he capsize, kisses to his inner thighs, I’ll lick that other hole too if that’s what he like?
I don’t judge at all I’m grown as fuck, hold it right there; I don’t mind not breathing and make you press your luck.
Do I get on my knees and pray for such feast to divine my mind, body and spirit…licking communion circles around the tip, do I cock my tongue back in such a verse before I open his book then spit at it?
I have needs that exceed the average woman or sometimes even man, clit throbbing so profusely feel the vibrations pulsing through the palms of my hand, cum on command, strum my kitty while I’m sucking like I don’t give a damn, and if you ask me I don’t, and if you say “stop” I won’t, I’m a finagler for fondling, start talking to it now we bonding, attach my mouth to you like a leech but I’ll never use teeth, really nasty I like to use my feet, anything to bring him closer to me. I’d love to give him head just to say he had a taste of Calligraphee.