Are you a pretty, petite white girl or PAWG, a chocolate-coated vixen, a yellow woman, brown as in Mexican or bronze like a Puerto Rican?
Every other pussy in the world pales in comparison to yours. I want you to text me, especially after you’ve fought back that inhibited nature of yours (you know, you fighting your desire to have my face and erection in between your thighs taunting your nakedness).
Your ass comes to mind.
And speaking of your asshole, I want to fuck it, finger it while I’m licking your pussy.
I want to stick my tongue in it and dig around in that sweet anal cavity. There’s honey in there, and I’m a badger. I want to devour your ass patch. I want to taste on it. Please let there be a cornucopia of seasoning for the tasty dish.
I’m a cold-hearted snake, so of course I don’t play by rules. I aim to manipulate your pussy with my mouth.
You’re hesitant, though. You pissed me off sending me emails time and time again but never responding to my response. But once I got into your ass and called you out on your shit (playing games), then you replied with attitude.
You know what, just like Jimmy Carter allowed the draft dodgers to return back home to the United States during his Presidential term, likewise, I’m allowing my prodigal princesses to come home to me. Enough time has passed for both of our wounds to have healed.
Now, savor my mouth on your fanny trap. I want my tongue interred in that asshole for minutes at a time piercing at that anal debris and those ass walls. Work your hips on my tongue with vigor. Tell me to fuck that ass hard like I mean it. I’m debasing you and binding your rump to my oral trap. I’m making you out to be this disgusting starlet in this ongoing scenario.
Your pussy and ass are reaping the benefits of a tongue that has planted ton after ton of my fertilizer in your soil. Your pussy and ass cries out for more while my eager tongue fits accommodate your wishes.