Words...words..who knew that you could cause a fire to burn just from your words.
A slow burn of an intimate yearning that pushes me to imagine you on top of me. Running your fingers through my hair to take hold and pull me near.
As our lips touch, bodies arch to move in sync competing for both to reach their climax. Blowing out backs, giving head until our orgasms match and lying next to each other. Under the covers we must touch, that warmth that I want so much radiates from you effortlessly.
You can have all of me, conquer me as my King as I submit to you and all the freaky things that you do.
Taste my waterfalls, while I give you this butta love, put the key in the ignition and complete the mission of making me your Queen.
She purrs for you to lay that pipe just right, it’s on tonight.
We are 5 steps to ecstasy, 4 steps to ultimate pleasure and 3 wishes...3 wishes to our bodies coming together as one. When we are done, you better hydrate...cause that was only round one
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