.
On show,
proudly buxom mounds
released from the confines of propriety
Your hand grabs hold of the invitation with a rasp
making my nipples stand up to please you
The groan deep in your throat reminds me of my own
sending me eagerly down to your thighs
Your passive resistance grows with your hardened stance
There's no escaping the inevitable
I have stained you as mine as you have penned your exploding
Desire on my lips and your lips deeper into my open snare
The next time she sees you,
you will have me
written all over your face.
Hell yeah! SSmoothie!!!!
Hell yeah! SSmoothie!!!! This is some really awsome shit right here!!! Steaming hot! Orgasmic write!
Dont look for me, I'll find you ~Moonshadow
Yeah this one is really
Yeah this one is really naughty! Lol! Xxx
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Your deeply sensual
Your deeply sensual deciptions of sexual arrousal are spellbinding.
I like yours better...that
I like yours better...that old english is hard for me too wrappeth my supple lips around, and the words choketh as they slideth down my throat, or perhaps thine serpent creature far too maest ...and thine juices far too many!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
traps
this certainly snares the cares of the truth or dares --- ss beauty
As thine tongue doth hold
As thine tongue doth hold such sweet poison, please let thine pouting lips curve up towards the corner of the castle, and cry out in utter passion and pleasureful moans as thou squeezeth - harder..please, my love, say "cheese" for mine surveillanceth camerou.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Bahahahahahahaha!
CHEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
;-)
;-)
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "