after drinking a half of glass of that nasty, brown ass jack, she sets the cold drink on her counter , white walls was full of color, she didn't want to bare her own shadowz. the room is dark with only two candles . so as her drink was condestaing, we conversate over a bag of purple haze , shit got her eyes in a daize. the shit that was fucking with her on her mind before went all away....in weed smoke. sitting here stoked as fuck while we roll another one up . she had me fucked up with the tendrness in her voice , boxers fall off my waste with no other choice ....but to get high & fuck. I speed through to catch that pussy in trees like my tounge is a fire truck .I love trying my luck.
she works morning shifts , bending over backwards to pay bills while she bends forward for my good ass tounge game & a fat wet clit .
she tells me to spit on it make her cum
...mhmmm OK. Don't you are fucking run.
I flippd her pussy multiple times like a fat cat in a tub of water , her pussy taste better then water. More like honey due flowers of some sort ....
In awe of the beauty that she gives me, I respect her body's energy.
The flesh is deep, but her spirit will always speak.
