Dickless
By: Julia L. Clark
Homie lover friend here we are again at this wicked game again. You want this bitch of hot erotic to bite you in the name of lust, exotic and darkness. Can you relate to my sex drive and be my mash potatoes with a side order of chopped chives. Massage my clitoris and break a sweat. Its check time so play poker through the jokers of my possessed laughs. Its on as the lights shut off as I am sea sawing you working my muse because you are not my type at all. I cant see the sexiness of mind stimulation so I put my g string of pillow case over your sacred face. Eat pussy and marinate my strawberry taste. Let me show you what I am made of and approve my ok so I can satisfy you. Damn baby I just wanna hand cuff my legs around your neck and have you drink passions of my Eden garden. I have a handful of horny thoughts and I want you to narrate my drive. Just please come on come on baby let me see that dick of snake skin commit all the right sin. I want to buss one until the morning sunshine comes. I want to have your body in the park in the storming rain as I unchain the wicked doors of my grass. As these thoughts take place so fast I release a okay orgasm. I really preferred to be sleep rather than fucking you.
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