Grab the sheets. Pull at them. Tear them if you need to. Moan, yell, curse. Into the open so everyone hears or into the bed if you want to be quiet. I don’t care. You can rip this room apart and you can make sure everyone hears while you’re doing it. But whatever you do, don’t even think about moving your ass away from me.
I’m not telling anything new when I say how much I love to shove my mouth between your thighs, between your cheeks, between your lips. This is one of those times when I feel particularly, shall we call it, ‘famished’. It seems like the scent of your juicy lips has been circling around my head all day long.
That’s all I’ve been thinking about. My tongue on your lips. Up and down your crack. Sliding inside you. Licking you. Tasting you. Making you drip and explode all over my mouth and face. I don’t care what you do just let a hungry man eat. Now!
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(Source: gramps)
