Nose In her Prose IIbyMy Erotic Trail©
I gave her a stick of gum in order for her to exercise her jaw. She said, "I just love to smoke you!" then molded her tongue around my cigar. I was fiddling with my fiddle fingers as if plucking a labia song. She yelled out, "Don't stop," while I played in the key of 'e'cstasy. I vowed to shoot her with my secret weapon which is no longer a secret. Blowing seven double 'O' smoke rings in the afterglow.