It wouldn’t be appropriate
To approach him
Say to him how much
I long to **** his strong
Luscious lollipop
Feel closer to him
Than I ever have been
Find satisfaction
In downing his girthy grandeur
My hands gripped
Around his **** weapon
Listening to his masculine moans
His palms pressed on my hair
As I intensely stroke him
Until I felt his mouthwatering milk
Forming a puddle of sensual bliss
On my tough, making me so deeply
Attached to him