your mouth salivates
heavily as your seductive
gaze stares upon me. that
stare could make a preacher
get on his knees; his thoughts
and actions which were
intended for prayer were
used upon your garden
of eden. your petite fingers
dived straight down
towards your folds, as you
played with yourself.once I unravel your
sacred fruit, its sweet
nectar drips down onto
my hand. with every
lick, it becomes more
and more moist, as if
it was a waterfall, and
my tongue was your
personal plunge pool.tears streamed down
your sun kissed cheeks as I
placed myself into you
in a repeated motion.
the mixture of pleasure
and pain was entangled
like my hand in your hair;
or our tongues once
our lips locked.
what a beautiful
combination.I feel like the rain, the
oceans and all the
water in the world.
I got you wet.
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