She said in her mind...Menu looks enticing:
Red beans and rice, Cajun jambalaya..
Fiyah spices floating on jazz notes of Lewis..
..Funky beats..
Setting spills surreal fluidic heat onto my
Sexy feeling that feeds on it..
It's only dinner, but the whole sultry scene,
Smokin tunes of get 'em girl flirtin' with my provocative daydreams
Has me thinking of ripped hose from
Spreading my thighs 180 degrees, blazing heat,
While soaking up his chocolate-churning island meat
mmmm...shit...breathe...
Teasing between appetizers and black coffee mixed with
Sweet whippin' cream.
Spanking while sippin' my drenched butta seam..
Something tells me I won't have the willpower to make it past
The main cuisine.
She knows her smiles are crack to me. I jus can't turn down a hit.
There something about seeing rump roast on someones plate that got me wanting to
pour some honey on her butt cheeks,
put some chopped strawberries in between them and
start eating each one...by...one...while licking the tastey curves and crevases
of the perimeter inside and around it.
Opening her existence oven so my tongue can bake
when walls of that tight entrance close in.
I mean, dinner ain't even begun and I'm ready for her desert
Waiting for the chance to make her squirt batter from
her pussy pound cake.
But I don't like my meals to get cold
To tell the truth...this Johnson col train is itching to escape these pants and journey into her
underground railroad till freedom...cums.
Taunted she starts thinking..."and...he knows I wanna give him some.
Deepset dark browns spooning eyefuls of my cocoa butter dipped in milky chocolate.
Wondering, if he nibbled a bit on my truffle-coated clit
(begging to be slurped and sucked like an after-dinner mint),
would I lose all control and feed my famished twat with his hearty dick..
He's got me..
Inviting that bulge to stand at full erect and serve my silky silhouette
So that his mic check can flow freely by the way my pussy spits and sweats..
Give him something he's bound to never forget..
I'll have him
Counting how many licks it takes to get to my oozing caramel center..
Slow cooking me with his thick marinade
To make sure my ass gets extra tender..
Gumbo goodness demands room for leftovers after he doggy bags
The rest..
Re-heating my succulent juices so he can take another
Isis-taste test..
Eyes roll back as I imagine getting splatterd by his hot gravy
Dancing down my chin..
Mixing his custard filling with my lip glossed action..
Seems like his smirk is telling me that anything is possible right about now
With him.."
So at this point, I "accdently" drop a utensil near her and motion to her
to pick it up...
while my slit sauce dipping "Lincoln log schlong" spoon head left peeking through the zipper so I
can give her a preview and hint.
It's dinner tyme and Honest Abe is ready for his presidential feast.
I felt the sense she noticed,
cause she took longer then expected to ascend her head from under the table
after seeing my "head" ascended and able.
As my friend Cere Bellum told me how this could play out like a movie scene.
Like, "Times of the essence. And we're about to finish the 2nd course of this mental meal with my
vein poping meat heat induced potatoes nut sac and her
Tastey Tormented Cunt, milky way pink valley vagina
got panties soiled with vanilla exstract juice dripping screaming Murphy's law
backwards...like,what can happen tonite...will!!"
Red beans and rice, Cajun jambalaya..
Fiyah spices floating on jazz notes of Lewis..
..Funky beats..
Setting spills surreal fluidic heat onto my
Sexy feeling that feeds on it..
It's only dinner, but the whole sultry scene,
Smokin tunes of get 'em girl flirtin' with my provocative daydreams
Has me thinking of ripped hose from
Spreading my thighs 180 degrees, blazing heat,
While soaking up his chocolate-churning island meat
mmmm...shit...breathe...
Teasing between appetizers and black coffee mixed with
Sweet whippin' cream.
Spanking while sippin' my drenched butta seam..
Something tells me I won't have the willpower to make it past
The main cuisine.
She knows her smiles are crack to me. I jus can't turn down a hit.
There something about seeing rump roast on someones plate that got me wanting to
pour some honey on her butt cheeks,
put some chopped strawberries in between them and
start eating each one...by...one...while licking the tastey curves and crevases
of the perimeter inside and around it.
Opening her existence oven so my tongue can bake
when walls of that tight entrance close in.
I mean, dinner ain't even begun and I'm ready for her desert
Waiting for the chance to make her squirt batter from
her pussy pound cake.
But I don't like my meals to get cold
To tell the truth...this Johnson col train is itching to escape these pants and journey into her
underground railroad till freedom...cums.
Taunted she starts thinking..."and...he knows I wanna give him some.
Deepset dark browns spooning eyefuls of my cocoa butter dipped in milky chocolate.
Wondering, if he nibbled a bit on my truffle-coated clit
(begging to be slurped and sucked like an after-dinner mint),
would I lose all control and feed my famished twat with his hearty dick..
He's got me..
Inviting that bulge to stand at full erect and serve my silky silhouette
So that his mic check can flow freely by the way my pussy spits and sweats..
Give him something he's bound to never forget..
I'll have him
Counting how many licks it takes to get to my oozing caramel center..
Slow cooking me with his thick marinade
To make sure my ass gets extra tender..
Gumbo goodness demands room for leftovers after he doggy bags
The rest..
Re-heating my succulent juices so he can take another
Isis-taste test..
Eyes roll back as I imagine getting splatterd by his hot gravy
Dancing down my chin..
Mixing his custard filling with my lip glossed action..
Seems like his smirk is telling me that anything is possible right about now
With him.."
So at this point, I "accdently" drop a utensil near her and motion to her
to pick it up...
while my slit sauce dipping "Lincoln log schlong" spoon head left peeking through the zipper so I
can give her a preview and hint.
It's dinner tyme and Honest Abe is ready for his presidential feast.
I felt the sense she noticed,
cause she took longer then expected to ascend her head from under the table
after seeing my "head" ascended and able.
As my friend Cere Bellum told me how this could play out like a movie scene.
Like, "Times of the essence. And we're about to finish the 2nd course of this mental meal with my
vein poping meat heat induced potatoes nut sac and her
Tastey Tormented Cunt, milky way pink valley vagina
got panties soiled with vanilla exstract juice dripping screaming Murphy's law
backwards...like,what can happen tonite...will!!"
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