Plain and simple, I miss eating pussy. But it’s really less simple than that. I miss more than the act, I miss the taste, the aroma, everything that tickles each sense. Listening to her body, both verbal and non-verbal answers to the questions asked by each stroke with the tongue and lips; “Slower, faster? Suck more, lick less? Close to orgasm, do you need a break?” Whatever the case, I want to cater to every want and need, any desire the mouth can acquire.
There’s also the journey. Where I’m going to kiss first, and which part are my hands going to explore, how wet are you going to get? Will you have me kneel before you, mouth raised to the heavens to between your legs for life sustaining rain? Will you have me lie down between your thighs, looking forward to the road ahead? How will you respond to my hands on your hips, your nipples between my lips before I kiss my way down to your clit? Let’s embark and find out together.
There’s a the rhythm to it, and though the song plays different each time, the sound is always beautiful enough to want to have on a constant loop. The sighs, the moans, the shakes, the shivers. Will you shout when you arrive the final chorus, will you fade with soft and satisfied whimper? What’s your pleasure song? I want to hear it.
5’7, D/D free and clean, vaxxed, and hungry for what you have to offer. Willing to travel Manhattan/Brooklyn! Tell me about yourself and let’s see if we connect.
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