Pretty Pussy? On the outside, she’s smooth Smoother than melted shea butter She’s juicier with no hair, and as chubby as her full cheeks, she sits on A permanent camel toe that will never lose its tightness No matter how much girth she handles She starts singing- and she hits notes higher than Mariah A kitty that's not scared of a bone Juicy Pussy? Will burst with her tasty juices like a coconut in his mouth and quench his thirst Hits the spot just like he hits hers to keep her flowing like the Niagara Falls She makes messes that he always needs no other assistance to clean Gushy like no tomorrow! Pink Pussy? Pretty from the front and beautiful from the back. Light pink, which became his favorite color the first time she put it on his face Inhaling slowly, exhaling inside her walls, gripped tightly around his tongue, being sure he can’t escape for breath Reserved for the man who can keep it between them She can grip stronger ...
Measured in Mia Years, five months of celibacy feels like dog years — and I’m overdue for trouble. What is one forgotten night to five months but a blink of an eye? I wish I knew. I wish I could feel, I wish I could remember that last time. A whisper lost to the wind. I am a woman. A fully grown woman with needs, just like a lustful man who can’t control his. I can’t jump on the first good-looking man I see. What if he only wants my body and tosses me aside when he’s done? Except I want him for his body — and everything between his thighs. Am I wrong for being honest? Or just not him? Such a double-edged sword. My nails dig into his back while he squeezes the sheets. My walls grip him tighter than ever before. It’s not enough for him to know my desires — I want him to feel what went unappreciated for so long. My breath races like a 5k, sweat tracing my skin. Our lips tango while my toes curl, untouched — until he wraps them in his mouth. He drives deep like the big...