Taste Your Wetness

I’m going to rinse my face in your Pussy and gargle your juices. Blowing echoes in your holes until moans seep from your knees. Squeeze my head until cum sneezes like a fresh breeze of air. Tongue sinking into your heart, causing a deep freeze as I lick and slurp.

Pussy is getting wetter as you grind your hips over my nose. I enjoy the smell. Taking another inhale. Flipping you over, so you can ride my face.

Moan, my name.

Shout it out your veins.

Rain in my mouth because I have a bottomless pit that can lickety-split you in half. Creating aftermath of destruction while your nuts keep busting, juices gushing, and body thrusting. Fuck head. I’m trying to give you forehead.

My face is always home base, but now you are ready to slide on this pole. Grabbing a fist full of your hair with one hand and palming your ass with the other hand. Pumping this dick until your heart jumps.

Digging in you like a soul food plate. Together we can create magic, and I’m going to pull orgasms out of you like rabbits out of a hat. You’ll never see it coming.

Please rest in peace. My fingers transform into a peace sign. Wiping you from behind, digging out your juices, and tapping on my tongue.

Damn, I Love tasting your wetness.