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Well, well, well.....SIZZLE!
I've been on that deep energy....
I got temptation
I got the thick thick Feminine....
And a BAD BOY WHO WANTS THEM CURVES
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- Feminine CURVES -
I'm a singer, songwriter, and Playboy of pretty little things.
I'm tainted and tempted by fame and fortune. Botoxed beauties align my sheets. Until a slight accident in the hotel pool left my tongue wagging.
Now, I'm ripping down her panties possessed by a cute pouch.
She's so full of curves!
Holy thickness!
I'm growling at the power of infatuation!
Those brown eyes, that ass, and red lips!
Hips wide, and her pure soft physique cradled every imperfect perfection.
I want her to open to the pure heat of my gaze. Tremble as I run through her layers by intimate seduction….
I crave her Feminine Softness.
“I want to rile her up. Soak in the sexual tension. Eat up her sighs and tempt her with my masculine determination. I got a lady in my depths, so I got to reach her feminine energy to raise her to pleasure.
She turns her head quietly.
So calmly.
“How does dessert melt, Mike. In your hand or in your mouth…hmmm?”
My mouth opens, but no words leave my dry lips. I'm practically drooling as she turns her head, sipping her red wine slowly. Her eyelashes flutter as she slowly turns, lifting one cheek.
Flirt!
We could barely make it down the street before I pulled her to me. She's demanding as her lips brush mine, no tongue, but the firmness of her lips assaults my senses. She teases me as she lets go walking away. Her bold hips in rhythm to her combat boots.
I'm like a dog in heat following her.
She laughs as I pull her back, smelling her hair. My hands find her pouch, but she tries to pull my fingers away.
I shake my head.
I rub my lips up her black hair, finding her ear, “For now Red, my hand,” I whisper, “But later, all in my fucking mouth.”