Posts Tagged: erotic

her slingshot legs

I brought my face up and looked through her slingshot legs. “Jesus, you melt in my mouth,” I said. She guided me back to her flesh fountain. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she instructed. “And don’t call me, ‘Jesus.’”

her slingshot legs

I brought my face up and looked through her slingshot legs. “Jesus, you melt in my mouth,” I said. She guided me back to her flesh fountain. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she instructed. “And don’t call me, ‘Jesus.’”

margarine

“Butterflies taste like margarine,” she said, and I should have asked how she knew that, but instead I mixed our faces together and made them waltz, and I can tell you now she tasted like a Siren, drowning me in

margarine

“Butterflies taste like margarine,” she said, and I should have asked how she knew that, but instead I mixed our faces together and made them waltz, and I can tell you now she tasted like a Siren, drowning me in