EmmaWod

From your mouth I received the pleasure in its entirety. He seduced me without insisting, I just let myself go. Your lips kissed everything within reach, passing through my ear, abdomen and what barbarity. I enjoy the wide dimension of your silent mouth and when it comes to friction, no one closes it, nothing calms it, your anxiety to drink my lubricant excites me, your craving infatuates me, as well as your legs in the air. Grab you from wherever, be sovereign in your skin just as you bite me, bite you too, my hands should always have been on your hips, I inside your insides, screaming until I finish.

Your mouth is always ready for my kiss, it's my favorite sweet, I like it and I prove it is the origin of eroticism, the romantic motif, the poet's dream, the spring of inspiration, the exciting moment, your lips on fire. I like to bite the desire, wake up wet, the hallucinatory flash, the lover's fantasy, the excessive passion, the prelude to the orgasm, the unpredictable sensation, the summer heat, the anxiety of the naughty, the virtue of the shameless, the prize for the cunning, the madness of the spontaneous, the glory for the timid, the accomplished fact.

May the most desired tremor kill me with a pact that comes from within, may the fire burn in the fire, a mortal center destined for the disembodied encounter. May my tongue burn if I concentrate at your side in several outbursts, may passion flow if I finally enter and swallow you in one gulp, enraptured. From your thirsty mouth some comet jumping from your chest while in heat in an urgent excess completes me, let yourself be loved and fly high, levitate, let yourself fall from the sky, and rise again new, rise again.