I’m contemplating something, my darling: should I try to make you squirt with my mouth first?
Wouldn’t you like that — teasing you endlessly with my tongue — manipulating that there cat?
I’m trying to stare into those eyes while my mouth handles business in between those anticipating thighs.
Those oral sex faces: I’m trying to create those — in you — while I have that bottom and box exposed plus subdued.
I know, I’m a straightforward dude, but I’m just so eager to share this wet mouth with you.
I’m trying to delve into the sanctum of your asshole also with my moist throat.
I’m trying to make you rock those hips to my nasty oral shit.
Are you getting this? I’m trying to be your fix that you’ll never be able to resist.
It should be pretty self explanatory, though; I’m one nasty-mouthed, tongue-in-your-asshole soul.
I know what you’re thinking; you want to call me a pervert, but I’m afraid your shaming language won’t work.
I’m pondering still: should I make this dream a reality? Should I seal this potential deal?
Are you getting a bit revved up because I’m trying to make you my little orgasm-craving slut.
Are you on the same page as me? Are you envisioning getting satisfied by me orally?
Before we get to the pussy and ass licking, I’m thinking you deserve a leashing.
You’ve been a bad girl spewing nonsense from your empty shell.
You also deserve a vicious spanking, but I’m not going to get ahead of myself; I’ll just slowly loosen up the belt.
I’ll let the anticipation swell until you’re ripe to get the thrashes across your chocolate/pale tail.
But, I’m actually giving you a little too much; I think we should finish this in person — that’s the place — where my tongue actually meets your pussy and your wet butt…