A THIRST TO QUENCH So soft a caress from my hands, I will explore a land of honeyed mounds and milky valleys. The long warm exhale escaping my stirring soul will prove the burning deep in my loins. The unending pit of my stomach that seeks to be filled with a sweet viscus flood flutters in anticipation. My lips graze the landscape with a hundred kisses and my tongue bathes the countryside as a gentle storm would a prairie. Every inhale drinks an intoxicating elixir of the erotic aroma of warm smooth flesh.

Dreadfaggotrobert 2 years ago

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LuckyTongue Host 2 years ago

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Dreadfaggotrobert 2 years ago

Great read

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LuckyTongue Host 5 years ago

Desperate I hopelessly am to satisfy a forbidden sin. A carnal desire for silky flesh that feels so soft and taste so fresh. I dive into my curious mind and it's sexual imagination hoping to find, the epitome of what my carvings are. Nothing is ignored, nothing is too far. The soft and quivering female form is always the foundation when my fantasy's born. Such debased delights and perversions take shape anxious to fill this quivering gape. Becoming doubly utilized to further excite, my greedy demonic sexual appetite. Two purposes to serve is that gentle flesh, of penetrated and penetrator, both worlds mesh. It makes my groin ache with passion and despair. Envious of those who have tasted this ware. The satisfaction of such a heavenly release from the act of forbidden pleasures, my I find peace.