My Sweet Heather

I still remember the that February day, me in your robe, you said it looked better on me than it did you. Only wish you knew how much I liked you, but I watched your eyes, Why would you ever kiss me? A gorgeous ashy blonde with those beautiful eyes in those tight shorts. My Sweet Heather.

Why would you ever want me? I'm not even half as pretty, For better or worse, I'll always love my hot Heather. Sitting here your cute feet in my lap painting those beautiful toes. Wanting to suck them, savoir them, worshiping you. Heather if you only knew what I wanted to do. Bury my face in your sweet goo.

Blowing on your nails, so close, to those cute feet. Panties getting wet, waiting for a sign, feeling the growing heat. Hoping you like what you see, please, please touch me. When your fingers found my face, I was ecstatic, like being shot in to outer space. Looking up into those beautiful eyes, seeing what I hope to find that hidden desire same as mine.

Kissing those lips sent shivers up my spine. Your hand on my breast, is this a dream or are you mine. Pushing it farther with hot Heather, touching my wetness, light as a feather. Fingers moving inside me, thrusting in and out, moaning for more. Did you always know the score? Bucking my hips fucking your hand, kissing. tongues dancing, this had always the plan.

I remember that February day we became lovers, you gave me orgasms like no other, my hot Heather. Come with me now as we push those limits, to explore, for our mutual pleasure. Passion and pain as I scream your name, licking your ass, loving the taste, feeling no shame. Giving up control, following commands, I am your slut to tame.

Your beautiful pussy inches from my face. using my tongue down your wet lips, picking up the pace. plunging inside leaving no trace, you and I are like leather and lace. Shaking in pleasure knocking over the vase.

Panting those beautiful toes silently worshiping hot Heather. Kissing her neck, moaning, sighing, making beautiful music together. Tickling her feet with a white feather, her love makes my world better, oh my hot Heather.

Blowing on your nails, so close, to those cute feet. Panties getting wet, waiting for a sign, feeling the growing heat. Hoping you like what you see, please, please touch me. When your fingers found my face, I was ecstatic, like being shot in to outer space. Looking up into those beautiful eyes, seeing what I hope to find that hidden desire same as mine.

Playfully kicking me, giggling, a tender moment. Opportunity, climbing up on top, tickling, she wiggles under me laughing hysterically. Our faces so close, lips meeting, I'm kissing hot Heather, tongues dancing. In that second, taking that leap, laying arms around each other, no turning back now. I loved her for so long all that pent up desire just pouring out. My hand finding her sweet pussy rubbing ever so gently, slipping in my fingers, moans coming from her mouth. "Cheryle, what are you doing, ohhh don't stop"