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I watched as she.....masturbated with a magazine...
And as she pulled back the pages.....I mean...
I saw moist succulent lips gleam...
And with caution screaming in the face of the wind...
I quickly approached asking:
"Can I plug in...
And become hardwired into your mind-blowing existence?"
In other words....
Can I plunge in it?
Can I backstroke in it?
Can I "DJ SPIN that record" in it?
She cracked a smile & approved my persistence
So my tongue sought the path of least resistance
Hips ROOOOOOSE like tides, telling me she was with this
And from the depths of her soul swooned ostentatiously orotund tones
Of beastly groans...
Her chest heaved, as she panted & moaned...
Eyes rolled up....lids fell down,
Back arched & lips parched
And with the smoothness of pistons in a straight 8
My fingers plunged in & out, revving her before I ate
As her pupils dilated...
My tongue gyrated over my lips
As she peeped the technique & got chills
And I thought..."this gush is gonna rival the BP oil spills"
See...it started as trickle downs
Then sounds of babbling brooks
Then her earth shook...
And as moons exploded like supernovas...
She came....all ova...
See...I took her on Mister's Magic Carpet ride....
From here to Kalamazoo.....for a short lay over
Then on to Timbuktu...
And I swear for the entire flight I made her lips expand...
I made her twist & shout like Chubby Checker on American Band Stand
And of the 7 deadly sins...
Mine was greed...
My need to feed was eating away at my soul from within...
As I licked, slurped & sucked her clit all the way to the bubble gum center...
Watching her tootsie roll...flower petals unfold....til she could no longer withhold
As she released the beast...
I continued without rest of surcease to.....
DEVOUR her....
Like my life depended on it...
Like Jesus laid hands upon It...and
As her juices anointed my soul...
She came....as if I was giving her brain......BRAIN
Intellectually stimulating her main frame
She felt my breath......the breeze...
I opened her wide like the se7en seas...
Causing tingling sensations to your outer extremities...
Had her hanging on the precipice....
by one leg from this trapeze...
To this day, she no longer masturbates with a magazine...
I sucked her back into the vortex of her own black hole...
And as I wiped the corners of my mouth...I told her...
"This ain't chicken noodle soup for your soul"
"This is the day you thought would never cum...
because hell froze..
Your river crested & your juices flowed..
And the transition of the way I speak in tongues
Only you & God knows"
So i'll keep it simple..
This here is finger licking good....
Have it your way...and no other way...
Unadulterated....
Tongue stroking mental conniption.... CONTROL!!!...
