I trace my tongue along HIS hard masculinity…HE throbs…a primal hunger awakens in HIM…HIS hand on my breast a promise of pleasure…arousal amplifies my senses…an urgent…wanton desire surges through me…I submit to HIS touch…HIS to do with as HE pleases…..🔥
My tongue was built for one purpose—
wrapping, wetting, and worshipping every thick inch until it’s dripping down my chin.
Opening wider as He’s not done with me yet...🔥
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