Surya Pratap Singh
Rubbing against the neck line,
My hands slipped up into her hair,
Then with the other I clenched her fist,
As against the cold floor we layered,
Slipping up and down her lips,
I bit them and pulled them breathing warm,
Then around her sweating neck,
Flickered and rippled my tongue a throng,
Streaming down her longing chest,
I fell for her curvy hips,
But my tongue it swirled upon the belly,
Before between the thighs it dipped.
Thank you violet
Good one bro.
thank you so much:)
That’s so simple yet delicious. Way to go!