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Talking with your tongue
by Maddy
I'm in love with cunnilingus,
and he is in love with me,
today I bought a new bed,
a bed so high that my legs dangle
off the edges without touching the floor,
on this alter I place my body for you,
Anything you want to do,
use your tongue anywhere you want,
use your fingers at the same time,
but do it only if you really love doing it.
If you're enthusiastic about going down on me,
it'll make me crazy.
If you hate it, if you're not loving it,
if you could even do without it,
I will know and I will get absolutely nothing out of it,
no mirrors unless physically necessary.
It is 3:45 in the morning
and I am pulsating and dripping wet just waiting for you.
As you enter the front door
their will be a letter written just for you,
the letter stated that you must do
exactly as you were ordered to do.
I want to feel like a man
when he is getting a BJ powerful and dominant,
oral pleasure for women makes us feel submissive.
The feel of a hungry mouth between my legs
puts me in a trance from which I'm only released
when I ride the wave
of a powerful back-arching orgasm.
At that point I want to be f--ked stupid.
I want you to take your time, and lick my legs,
belly, mound, thighs, etc.
every thing except my p---y lips!
I will hold myself open
as you start to lick deep inside of me,
I will finger fuck myself
while you lick from my anus to my clit.
Next proceeds to just barely touch my clit
with your tongue and watched as the tingles
sends my hips pounding against your face.
THE END
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