Fractured Poet

I solemnly swear that my thoughts are impure The feel of you on my tongue will happen for sure. I solemnly swear that your treasure is the best, lined with pleasure my pelvic motions would never be at rest. I solemnly swear that your breath I will take with every stroke of course I'll allow breaks, you body a playground your lips I will lick around as I grab your waist and pin you down. I solemnly swear that I to am upnto no good. Oooooooh I wish you would tempt me with you curves and the sparkle that lies under your hood. I solemnly swear that I hunger for your taste, I thirst for your juices and want to kiss your face. I solemnly swear that if you give me that chance I WILL fuck you into another head space 😈 @freeandimperfectthoughts

Trying something new. Working my way up to performing

Are you prepared to venture deep into your sexual nature? Are you prepared to go to the place where sin lives? Are you able to withstand the pleasures without losing your sanity? You are able you seduce me with vanity but are you able to moan your pleasures with profanity? Can you even speak? I know that this isn't your sexual peak but I'm willing to climb to that. Are you able to go tic for tac? I know I can hit your spots but are you prepared to give pleasure back? Are you ready? That play ground is calling, it may be slippery when wet but I was never afraid of falling. Each movement sends you sprawling, would swear you had claws the way you were clawing. So I ask you again for clarity. With every ounce of devious lust and sincerity. Are you prepared for me?