How will you savor the moment when next we touch? How will we fix the clock to slow the time and make each moment last forever? How will I maintain this heady buzz I’ve acquired from the whiskey on your lips and tongue?
Our sex is a conversation that I never want to end. We share so much while saying so little.
Your hand gently lingers on my neck as you part my lips with your tongue. I’m taking deep sips of every kiss you give me.
Fuck the buzz, I want to be drunk with you.
So lay me down.
Caress me, skin to skin.
Feel my body respond to yours.
My nipples perk beneath your touch.
Taste the hunger in my kiss.
I want to be saturated and full with you.
My dark legs draped on your broad shoulders, as the strength from your fingers grips my fleshy hips. The moisture seeps from my softness as you push your bulging manhood into the tight kiss of my lips below.
I want to feel the heat of you inside of me.
Your touch is heavenly. Only your taste can satiate my hunger. Your eyes on mine are mesmerizing.
Fuck me, Daddy.
It all tumbles out.
I want your hot cum. I want to feel you release into me… to feel it drip from me because it’s too much for my tiny cunt to hold.
My back arches, my breasts brush against your chest… I’m ready, Daddy. Ready… for this new love.