Soul

Tice Buck

I am about to show you the truth

lay down and let me caress you

feel my tongue slide down your neck as it gives you chills

one long stroke to prove this is forreal

 

She sounds like an exotic beast in the rain forest

you're gasping for air, why you make me wait for it?

let me pause real quick and eat the box

licking lips while playing with your clit, I made your heart stop

 

Bend over and arch your back

my thumb in your butt, let me give you a smack

feel my strokes, cause I'm in too deep

don't cry for help, bite on them sheets

 

It feels so good, I do want to stop

my nut is coming, time for you to drop

get on your knees and let me make a mess on you

I'll snatch your soul just from sexing you

  • Author: Martice Buckley (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 30th, 2017 11:01
  • Category: Fantasy
  • Views: 12
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Comments1

  • Tony36

    Great write

    • Tice Buck

      thanks

      • Tony36

        Welcome



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