My man is so good to me... And treats me so fine, He keeps me coming back for more... Each time I think I’ve had my fill, I’m back again, It’s a treat for all my senses really, every last one stands at his attention. I mean, how can I resist? Look at him, moving like the king that he is, with that **** grin. He brushes aside my hair...I feel his cool breath on my neck, a soft tickle on the skin... Then he whispers, “More eggs baby?” Don’t you just love a man who can cook?
For those sweet intimate moments shared between two.