I’m the crème de la crème of pussy devourers. I subdue a pussy with my keen oral skills as though the end of the world is upon me.
So, it was surprising to me that I came across a pussy the other day that I couldn’t bring to the brink of bliss. I had to enlist the owner of said cunny and slit for help. After she lead me to water, I drank.
No matter how advanced I think I get, there’s always a pussy out there that puts me in my proper place and humbles me. You know, just like life; I would have it no other way. I eat challenges for breakfast; I fucking love them.
I must grab hold of the reins and lick and suck at a tasty derriere with vigor until you, my dear, can struggle no more with your consciousness.
I want you second guessing your existence, your morals, and me.
I want to lap at your pussy with such an audacity that you pull away the blinders and dump them out in your trash container in the back yard. (Damn, you just bought them, though.) I want you forgetting about the world as my tongue mates with your hiny. My lascivious mouth and its participants want to bring honor back to the pussy-eating realm.
Lately, I’ve heard niggaz just ain’t doing it right. It takes a special kind of Nigga. It takes my heralding tongue to save the day and rescue you from bullshit.
I’ll have it no other way.
Mate with me–not just my tongue and mouth even though the two come to the table first. Be a sensual being that tastes my tongue with both of your lips.
Revel in this sinister moment where I’m throwing my weight around to plunder your backside with my reputable face.
I know, it’s an oxymoron, but sometimes wickedness coincides with righteousness.
Shit, the bad part is: I’m a senseless sex addict.
The good part is: I take my duties seriously.
So, take my mouth, and guide it in between your legs and relax. You won’t hear any fuss from me. I’ll be concentrating on painting your clit, pussy, and vulva with my mouth spray until you fathom a nice little orgasm brewing in the wake of the oral madness.
Eating your cupcake would be great; but you must make the first move; just dial up Ole Reecie; I’m your dude.