At Emotions 9 p.m.
By: The Red Cat Jazz of Love
At emotions 9 am, the prime high is so sensually erected
while I, check mate the King with my Queen wet dream and
clench the erotic prime time of his eyes and say to him let me,
perform a neo play that defines my definition of everything I am .
Deeply fleshed soul and the mole that beatifies my kitty is a Pandora
box that opens with the enforcement of taste my index finger inserted
in your mouth and let your lips grip momentously as you thirst my untold
whore. That was foreclosed due to the lack of love payments on time.
But I am the plague beauty, that concubine French manicure love as
A delicious sexy crime. As you whine I botchy watch your tongue,
mop against my neck and let you do a random check to see if I’ am,
what the hard flesh desires seeks to go deeper and deeper while I moan .
And ask pre cum, have you reached me are have my orgasm gave you
the direct voicemail?
Do you feel the restless of my bitter sweet midnight special?
Can you tell me the time to meet quiet birthday naked
dick suit by sucking moments and make sure its before emotions 9 p.m.
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Adding your comment:
And I love chocolate! Ah what a picture! 
Love me, Mushy KIng. 
