She says she misses him, Taking her time to explain how much she wanted to grind on his dick so bad.
Somewhere between losing total motor function to swimming in white seas of bedsheets, How the thought of them together keeps her sexually frustrated, Orgasmic treats, Beautiful delights.
Opening a brand new world as complicated as a woman’s mind, As sweet as cream on ice. The way her lingerie grabs her body right.
The way her thigh brows holds up that panty line, That destructive sound of lust and sexual desire underneath such a very pretty voice.
His body her castle, He lets her know how his dick is hers and she can do with it whatever she pleases, tap it on her thick lips and ask her whose dick this is…