flex and perspire my darling would you mind a small suffering for craven kisses to have your dark fig **** and drenching ***** stroked with a tickling finger lingering and strong hands around your sweetly curved throat that shunt the breath to yield willingly for sharp-toothed nibbles with surprise tongue whipping?
will you present your soft belly and cupping ******* for dark cruelties that excite beyond tabulation will you present yourself with smiles and goddess leg show sobbing for feral pink spires gleaming while quivering thighs turn hot red from the slap of the leather strap splitting stings?
will tears of love mix in wild berry utterance and flashing spitfireβs tongue?
are you made for this? your every whimper an invitation like an open pink gate do you need the saint of dark desires to rescue you from banal dim-witted all american in and out?
do you need to drown in oceanic wave tsunamis of hot butter **** glitter, blood flooding gasms and tender aftercare?
my wish that you shimmer like silver possessed by the saint of sadism popes of eros who fill you with the milk of the moon all stars that melt you into the depths of paradise
and that this dark ecstasy is the only suffering you will ever know.