Its been a while, since I've, seen that smile; that **** style, it turns me on, you're such a trip. I love how you keep it hip; ******* red, my favorite color- your Thursday pick.
I'm plotting- giving you a life sentence, making you ****** on the dot, then we pick another spot, and take it from the top. All our issues, disappear; when your clothes drop. You are, straight flushed-- red in the face; from a light touch.
From your text, you seem stressed, we might have to do it a little longer. Been working out, so I'm a little bit stronger- holding your legs back, shoulders pressed: I hope I'm, making you wonder. Hands, coiled around your legs; up. Under your dress, hands slowly progress- it hurts now, but you will love the rest.
My hand griping your hips, pulling you in, a tight fit: Thicker, longer, harder- already told you I was stronger, now your feeling it, more than just the tip. Acting so professional when you came; and left a mess when I flipped the script.
Red ******* with white spots all over your dress- blaming me for your mess. Now I'm ******* ready or not. Your *** up, stomach in knots, my kingdom *** with our foreplay. You've been foreshadowing all day, enjoying each other as we play. The rush alone, it enough to make me stay