1 year ago. Wednesday, March 27, 2024 at 12:18 PM
Its not just the nectar I need, its the heat, the meat, the take!
The soft . . . oh god the soft!
The trial, denial, the taste of chase won
The scent, mind bent, its the feed, the greed,
Thighs that just . . . I must! I must!
The curves that round and hound like a heated playground.
So much built, Id bury to hilt, cast aside the guilt!
Id take for heavens sake, no longer holding back the flood gate!
Heaved breasts and clawed caress, Id force my seed, deep . . .
Deep . . .
All that glitters . . .
Im going mad