How Many Nibbles

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Counting to Melting point
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5
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How many nibbles
Does it take
To melt a man?
You can start with one,
Slow and drawn out-
Then the second one says “we will be here a while”.
By three, he will begin to feel warm-
And once you hit five, he will crave for more..
You better have nowhere to go,
Because up until ten, it’s only “hello”..
There is so much of him to explore,
So eleven, twelve and thirteen,
Are to show you are keen,
And by the time You get to nineteen,
You’re a smitten kissing machine.
You’d think twenty would be plenty
But that’s when we hear sighs,
And he couldn’t handle hearing “goodbye“.
So get cozy tasting his skin,
And tell him you think he’s tasty-
That’s how you get a moan by thirty.
Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three,
Beware, he’s gonna get handsy.
It makes him throb to see you this thirsty.
Watch the way he stirs at thirty eight,
And don’t you dare stop then, you got me?
How long has it been since you ate?
Relax and enjoy every bite,
Tease the innocent parts of his body
Past fifty and up to fiifty-five,
Listen to his heartbeat
Feel the thump, make him feel alive!
Grind yourself against him,
Make him wonder how he will survive-
Once you get to sixty-nine
His own mouth wiill be ready to din.e..
His breathing will get erratic,
And seventy to eighty will be a fight
His body raging, as he loses his min.d..
Clothes will surely have been shed by eighty-Six,
A ravishing storm of kisses and licks,
Endless gasps and deep sighs,
And by ninety, it will come as no surprise
When you feel his hunger take over
Burning up for his delicious lover,
Hanging onto every touch of your lips,
Gripping tightly onto your shapely hips,
Ready to give in an beg………
Ninety-one, two, three, four-
Both ready to pour,
Five, six, seven-
Two bodies indulging in heaven;
Eight, nine- whispers of “you’re mine”,
If you get to 100, you might as well fuck.-
Or be a good girl and suck his melting cock.

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Paul4playPaul4playover 1 year ago

Love the sexual tension of The Count…..

ElorraButlerElorraButlerover 1 year ago

Hotness!

Such a goddess. Xx

AnonymousAnonymousover 1 year ago

You're making me hungry!

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