Lovesick, Choked and Grifting

Certain music sends waves of your groove to my clit. All I can think your cock between my lips tongue swirls liquid bitter but oppressor white when I spat just to see what ambrosia looked like. It all seems cartoonish now heaved breasts mouthful cuntful touch touch and touch you reset this biological baggage gave me nothing but ache weep and moan. Remember. The heavier I bleed the more I want you. As if this cunt were a horrorshow an eighties slasher movie starring big brown nipples and downstairs fur. I'll stop acting like you are my Rochester or worse yet Reverend (son of a bitchin') Dimmesdale. Please let him take the offer.