Open The Floodgates

You stimulate my erection's position towards motives that lead to combined sexual positions with you.

My mental envisioning has played with the image of your unclothed design repeatedly as if attempting to manifest those realities with you.

I yearn to hydrate myself in the warm liquids that your pretty pink pool holds so snugly.

We lay eye to eye when our centers of gravity combine so I am able to witness the pleasure that I deliver turn a radiant face into one that's ugly.

ugly from lack of the ability to control the results of electrifying muscle spasms manipulating your body into reaching for things not in existence.

You just grasp for pillows and soaked messy bed spreads for their assistance in giving you a grip on the reality that you are being turned out beyond your imagination's capacity.

Gained climaxed release the floodgates as if your canal is attempting to submerge my entirety and drown my waist.

I descend like objects caught in gravity's clutches to submerge my face in the nectar that I desire to taste.

Bravery best describes a man who'd stand face to face with a tsunami caused by lips and a twirling tongue commencing in clitoris grinding.

You proclaim your orgasmic chain of events in perfect timing with my arousal's rising to again penetrate itself inside of waters so mesmerizing.

I simply seek to utilize complicated tactics to extend beyond your experiences which are so outdated.

Science proves that you are 70 percent water, so I have a lot of work to do to ensure that we end with your divine figure dehydrated.

You question my amazing maneuvers by asking with a breathless voice as if you are drained of all remaining health,

"What are you doing to me?"

As I rock nine inches inside of your tight world I respond.

"I'm only responding to your body's call... You did this to yourself."

Now let your eyes roll back as you take this dick...

-Naviel Skyy