75 Characters Or Less

Crazy, delirious, delicious and scrumptious my pussy be. Late to sleep–early to wake, smile still across my face, my buttons pushed in all the right ways. Spread. Splayed. Pounded. Rock solid I made he, lips slide from crown and down.

His salacious curve hits the spot, my pages slip with a grease like slick. Open to the opportunity. Thick with possibility.

Yes…I got to worship at one very lovely cock late last night and in return for my devotion I received a good solid pound. A lot of juicy flowing words, wet between my legs, fingers explored, tongue and mouth devoured my pages. Just what this build up of a week needed. Insatiable cunt flirt gets her fill.

We have been flirting for about three weeks-on and off, but the last three days are the perfect post-post modern tale of tail. I proves that words and poetry can still swoon a girl. Coming to me in 75 characters or less, text message poetry, that made me wet.

Me: Like a bee to honey I thee be, sipping from your solid tree. Slipping through my slick pages,with your thick stick make me rock and kick.
He: Your honey drizzles down my lips and chin, the delectable taste, my favorite sin, gaze transfixed, my throbbing head sliding in.
Me: My button obvious and detectable, rising inside my drizzle in wait of your hard fucking chisel. Drive me mad make me sizzle, lips around your beam locked in a honey dream.
He: Beam rising falling chiseling away, sculpting deeper harder thick in the fray, honey squeezed dribbling covering our play, button dancing ecstasy nothing to say.
Me: Words pass unheard as I buck and sway. Your throbbing thick dick digs deep just the right way, Dribbling and slobbering around your tree bring you close to spray.
He: Cock slowly removed, sweet nectar's flow. Honey squirts and splurts, soaking crown to toe. Luscious dripping branches sway, reminiscing thoughts from today.
Me:Vector like nectar hit my splay. Spread me with your head like pages already read. Wet slick hit me with your sugar stick make me lose my spectrum to your flow.
He:Your spectrum enveloped panting and wheezing. My stick forcing eruptions teasing and pleasing. Member throbbing ripe, halo bobbing on pipe.
Me: My fruit ripe and accepting to your pipe warm and fluid flow without disruption, lead to spasm, orgasm and eruption.

It was a nice solid fuck, just like I was needing. No one or the other in control. Control flew around the room, catching here and there, taken by one and then given to the other. Fluid draining, star capturing orgasms. Inspired with the depth of your cock. Reaching my limit with the flick of your tongue and the plunging of your fingers, that ended with a nice splash of hot cum across my ass.

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