Tuesday, 5 April 2016

Sailor - The trip away

You riddle my heart in a passion. So physical. So good. The pleasure you put upon me. How you make me feel. 

Always hard, always eager. You fill up my body, you fill up my mind. I'm curled around your finger like apple peel.

Sometimes I can barely control myself. 

I adore you. 

Sometimes I can barely control myself. 

The way that you play with me. Screw with my head. How you pet me in this hotel bed. 

How you enter and invade me and the pain you cause me. You make me moan. You make cry. The hotel bed. My bed. The cab. The train. I can't stop touching you and I can't remember how many times 

I've come in the past few days. Positions, situations. I am constantly wet. I can't remember how many times. You fill me up, you coat my face and chest . 

I look into your eyes and I smile at you and I tell you how much I love fucking you and sucking you, because it's true. How much I love your cock. Baby, because I do.

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