SEMI PROFESSIONAL CUNNILIGUIST LOOKING FOR ORAL ADDICTS!
FIRST OFF i'M ACTUALLY ON HERE TO MEET SOME WOMEN AND GO ON A FEW DATES NOT TO BE MESSED AROUND BY FAKE
PROFILES AND CAM GIRLS THAT NEVER SEEM TO LEAVE THEIR BEDROOMS TRYING TO GET ME TO PAY FOR SITTING
IN MY OWN FILTH!!!! I'm easy going, Passionate, Random, into having a laugh and meeting new and interesting
people.
I like music, art, socializing and chilling. I think I'm kind and generous. I'm not a very
materialistic person and am not very interested in girls that are either, Orange tanned, cellophane
wrapped Barbie doll girls need not bother contacting! My dress sense is mainly casual but I'm getting
older now sooo.
..Maybe I should start wearing waistcoats! What do you think? Gonna be rocking out at
St.Pauls Carni in Bristol wkend of the 15th sept so if any ladies out there are going and are in that
area maybe we could chat this week to set up a meeting! having sex in jopin mo but first I have a deep
and passion fueled kiss, sucking on your tongue and biting its tip.
Pulses quicken. tension rises more,
more, more my mind is screaming like a caged animal. I push away and shepherd you towards the cloud
like confines of the duvet.
The button of your jeans flips open and are dragged off of your legs and
I'm rewarded with a satin encased cleft that its growing ever darker due to the moisture escaping its
unseen occupant.
Your toes wiggle so I send them to sleep with a kiss, you moan, breath is coming slightly
shorter, my hands explore your calves then up to your muscular thighs of tight bronze skin beckoning
my lips and tongue to follow suit.
You shift with ever increasing urgency for me to reach your hidden
surprise but I take my time allowing the anticipation to reach breaking limits. Reaching the crease
of your thigh to groin I lick up to your hip following your panty line.
You tell me to stop teasing
but My ears are deaf to your commands and demands. I'm thinking I haven't had the pleasure of this
for a long time so I in turn am going to take my time.
My tongue is a seething serpent flicking and
pushing its way around the satin fabric that prevents it from getting at the sweet inside moisture,
so my hands reach up and pull at the band at its top and begins to peal it away like the removal of
skin on an orange.
The fabric folds and pushs down over the backs of your buttocks stopping half way
so only the top of your newly cropped garden is on display. My finger traces the line of your moistened
lips through the satin and a high note escapes your throat, the knickers are on the floor and the smell
of sex drifts into my nostrils, like a child to a freshly baked apple pie I'm over come with euphoria
and take a first taste of the shiny flesh that is engulfing my vision.
Then.... What happens?
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