the earthquake inside will not be stilled my chin in her hand the kiss oh god the kiss perfect meeting of lips and tongues promising an 8.0 Richter scale hinting at more than I can imagine hers just….hers.
I was confused she had me hard, and she knew it at the edge of her words I lingered in any position she desired as deep as it would go digging for the bliss her words surprised me “It’s
just aim for the pink, baby that raw place of pleasure that rubs your insides the most private places just the way you like… ♥Ruby Ryder♥
(With Apologies to the Doctor) I do not like dicks here or there. I do not like them anywhere. I do not like it Sam, I am. I do not like things in my can. I do not
i want to see her “after” look. overdone hair comes down in loose tendrils around her face, curls with sweat flush in her cheeks from the heat that is…everywhere her tool glistens with grease eyes glint with passion
you touch me in ways I couldn’t imagine… deep and loving, your voice was embers of passion glow waiting for a soft Oh! for the breath of that sound to fan into flames our hunger for each
More You ask for the larger one. As I slip the harness on you shyly ask if perhaps… I could fuck you with our biggest toy. I raise my eyebrows at your request. That toy can be fickle.
A parade of men saunter past, leading with their hips… leading with their cocks. The Dragon Men. Chosen for their prowess, their physiques and their…Dragons. Each one is personally selected by the Queen. To spend the night
lips and tongues we’ve just begun in deep waters no set destination a sun-filled morning with the pivot of power a question of desire who gives…and who gets? do compelling hands clutching your curved cheeks light flames of longing
Harder, deeper…you are always wanting more. Begging to be filled and fucked…thoroughly. You push back against me so hard I bruise… I discover that later. Later, sleeping next to your peaceful warmth, spooning you, I feel the bruise…and smile.