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Click hereI picture you on my dining room
table. Cuffed by legs, smiling
that smile. You know, I have
a secret yearning to taste
every pore that pouts
and pleads - for my
tongue to trail, down your chest
through those curls, springing
to action, on impulse from
your stick, of desire. Licking,
tasting your manhood. Molding
your mound till all else
floats away. Always coming back
to explore your lips, giving
you a sample of what
I have suckled dry. Fingers dance,
body waves, surfing your form. I catch
sight, drench your thighs - with lounging
licks. Quenching my thirst by accosting
nether regions with fast firm
flicks, rimming your member
with tongue lashing
laps. Seeking a union, I straddle
you swiftly. Strong, urgent, unyielding
casting my lure. Riding, nipping,
biting, taking all
you possess. Pondering this,
for a lifetime, yes, I must.
It's time to give in. Let me,
let me ... dine, on you.
I think, you would have been a blast during a Roman feast....followed of course, by the orgy.
Love,
MF