So, I guess you didn’t really want your pussy smothered with my tongue and that little creamy asshole smeared with my disgusting, God-awful nasty mouth?
You got cold feet; I guess. Ah, you’re so precious. I’ve a penchant for the ass and pussy, especially if that Thang is broken. I still like to cuddle, and I want you to spend nights sometimes. I just love the hell out of sex, especially with a shapely woman as yourself.
Come and get under my covers. Let’s get naked and discover each other’s nakedness with our insatiable mouths. Sounds good to you? My mind and body are never on an intermission.
And, the weather may be awful and ugly to you, but it’s sexy as fuck to me. I’d love to hear the sound of the downpour against my window while I’m in between your legs grinding inside of you partaking of your birthday suit. And, if you think I’m way out ahead of you concerning my freakiness, I’m either going to run back to grab your hand and pull you along with me, or I’m going to wait on you to catch up.
I’m leaning toward the first option, and my job is to convince you to think as I do. How about a Pizza picnic along with wine at my place? Oh, and Netflix can be in the equation, too. I’m in Forest Park (I used to be.). I want to taunt you and make the foreplay last like a motherfucker while we sip on some wine or rum. I want to stick a finger in your moist box as you sit back; I’m sipping on your spirit of seduction. I poke that pussy and manage to peel your clothes from you like some magician.
I can’t take the wait anymore, so I scoot down in front of you and shove my entire face in your honey trap. I have your legs hoisted in the air while I plant my knees into the floor milking your pussy of its juices. You manage to place the glass of wine on my side table without spilling it. Your clit hardens…