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This Is Dedicated To You Women That Need Some On Yo Rear Ends:

By now, woman, you should know that I’m a cunnilingus beast that’ll be devouring your bottom and cunny aggressively.

But wait, you must be ready to hook up by the end of the day once reaching out to me. We’re not just going to play email and text tag, capeesh?

I’m trying to be lifting your legs up in the air and feeding on your underside with no cares.

I’m trying to be staring at you in those anticipating eyes as I devour what’s in between your thighs.

You’ll be hooked like a fish once I’m done with your secret getaway, and it’ll all be courtesy of my illicit face.

Until we meet, keep your breasts, snatch, and cheeks on ice for me to eat.

Yours Truly,

Maurice

Woman, I’m Trying to Give You Hell and Have You Under My Cunnilingus Spell:

Firstly, I’ve been married three times, so I’m not trying to do that again, but it’d be nice to have a lil intimate/paramour friend for some nice, intimate kissing.

Me kissing in between your legs: that’s what I’m thinking. I’m trying to devour you so much so that you reach for the air that isn’t even there.

I’m trying to feed on your tail until you yell.

I’m trying to look into your eyes — AS I’M FEEDING ON YOUR UNDERSIDE — because I’m such a devilish guy.

Would you like to be the winner of this? I’ll be your little devious, oral misfit.

You can’t just be a Pillow Princess, though; once you’ve gotten off, I want to feel your mouth; I want to penetrate you also.

Thrusts that consists of passion and those that exude roughness: in between your thighs, I’m trying to make a huge, sloppy mess.

Some cuddling/snuggling would be awesome, too, after we’re through — THAT AFTERCARE — but, that’s only if this also is what you’re accustomed to.

My Darling Woman, the ball is now in your court; what are you going to do?!

I Have Quite The Disgusting Mouth:

I try daily to be a gentleman and do the honorable thing, but that shit never takes root for long. I find myself lusting uncontrollably for a titillating member of the opposite sex.

I can’t breath without the sustenance of your female juices in my throat. I can’t breath without the feel of your clit growing erect on my tongue.

Righteousness evades me, so Am I some antichrist of sorts?

Or, Am I a human being that just craves a naughty fanny and all its nakedness in perpetuity. And, contrary to what you’re thinking right now, I don’t sleep with a gang of women. I’m quite picky and fickle when choosing the ass and pussy my mouth will be joining up with.

Will my mouth be slaughtering your extremities today, bringing them to ruins?

Will my mouth be causing your pussy to lament my departure when I’m no more?

This little hookup “THINGEE” is my gift to you at this very moment because you’ve traveled across the expanse and reside with me in this lecherous place where spit and tongue swiping over pussy and ass will take precedence.

Only your pussy and ass gathered up in my snare like fish in a net matters to me.

Pulling at your clit with my eager lips is my concern.

Spoiling your pussy rotten with torrent handling is a major feat.

Devastating that obsessive snatch of yours with my oral compartment makes my dick hard!

My muzzle surrounds your undercarriage like a S.W.A.T. team does in a standoff.

I’m taking that pussy and ass into custody, too (just like the Police). I’m citing you and that pussy of yours because the main has ruptured and you’ve flooded the neighborhood with your honey cream. My mouth wades for now in your soiled release, but soon enough I will have to dog paddle in the madness because I will be immersed in your shit. Your pussy won’t turn off its valve as I lick you with an eager fit.

You won’t stop yelling and screaming to the beat of my degenerate tongue. You encourage me to lick your ass, too. It takes precedence also.

“THE MOUTH OF THE SOUTH”, do you now crave it?

I’m Trying To Tame You:

You’re a sexy mess (I’ll give you that.), and your face belongs plastered on the cover of Vogue. But, you’re a baggage-carrying, mad-at-the-world and non-forgiving SHREW!

I have something for that little disorder, though — a vagrant, vagabond-of-sorts tongue. It seems that that’s the only time I can brush back the avalanche of attitude and disruptive behavior.

Only when my mouth is stapled to your hiny can I reason with you.

Only when my tongue carves out letters on your clit and vulva do I have your undivided attention.

Must I eat ass bi-hourly or cut off my tongue to give to you as a parting gift to keep in your purse to keep you content when I’m not around?

Must I jump through hoops to keep you satisfied?

Or, maybe I must follow you around all day long even to your stall in the restroom and please your eager bottom when the need arises? What about the drive home from work — should my face be buried in your crotch for you at any moment’s notice?

I’m gathering here that I’m your mouth-on-pussy-and-ass slave that will have no life of my own as long as I’m bridled to this existence with you. My mouth will be under your complete control being you’re no coy, down low devilish girl.

You’re an up-in-your-face and letting-a-nigga-know-how-you-want-it chick. And I’m the ignorant, getting lead around by the nose and licking-pussy-at-the-drop-of-a-dime dude that allows the nonsense.

Weren’t I supposed to be taming you with my mouth and tongue?

Wasn’t my tongue supposed to be a lasso pulling you in like Wonder Woman’s does to get you to succumb to my wishes,

EVIDENTLY NOT!

No amount of lecturing can seem to penetrate your heart and soul. My plan of overpowering you with just mere lashes of my tongue has backfired on me; the hunter has become the hunted.

(Fast Forward to my dear enlightenment.) A Nigga is rising to the occasion and getting his MOJO back, though. No longer will I be your beast of burden. No longer will I be your punching bag. I’m the pussy devourer bringing your wild pussy and ass back into my stable.

My black ass is willing and able!