Cunnili.....

Your skinGlisteningSo smooth and soft. You moan as IBreathe gently on your moist lipsYour thighs tenseAs my lips hover a centimetre away from Contact With yoursTeasingMy fingers openYour honey coated petalsThe heady aroma inviting meTo feast -Your Ankara Rus Escort squealUrging urgencyI am a glutton for youYour tasteDivineYour head tilts backEyes closedYour knees Yenimahalle Escort grip me And you hold on tight to the sheetsWriting words with my tongueThat only I knowL-u-s-tF-u-c-kL-i-c-kT-h-r-u-s-tAnd I have noticed thatI never get past the second 'i' inC-u-n-n-i-l-i......Because you like the 'i'So I tend to repeat it over and overSometimes using my thumbTo draw the dotAs a small circleYour breathingGets quicker And quickerAnd quickerUntil it stopsAnd your taste changesLike savoured DrambuieYour whole body shakingFrom head to toeAs I force your knees apartAnd carry right onForcing you higher and higherAs my tongue delvesDeeper and deeperYour moans turn to whimpersHolding my faceIn placePleading