You know I come when I’m summoned. Come as in c-u-m on command to the man who mastered this yoni. Excuse me, I’m speaking dirty on to my rose that’s blooming for him… excuse me. I hope he can hear me in this room… let me speak to just you.
You speak on my name as if you knew what it does to my soul lifting out of this natural existence of the body you need to experience, like immediately. The petals of my flowers are ready to be picked apart for you. Sending you an invite to analyze and embrace the smell of my essence. Just so I can watch you admire the beauty of the thickness of my wetness presences.
Standing there as I shape my legs in the letter V, come to thee, daddy. It’s only you and me in between the sheets that will hold on to the memory of our sexing. This bed is our canvas… using what we are blessed with as brushes, stroked across this blank portrait.
It’s unfortunate that you don’t know how eager I am to put this on a plate. Oh, you already ate? Make room for dessert cause the night is still young. You called my name and here I am wrapped up… or better yet, bent over for you to eat or beat my birthday cake. Stripped down to my naked skin, it’s a sin just for us doing the actions we are about to commit.
“Vin la cheri.” It means come here my dear and right now it’s only right you do as I say… because it isn’t that you just requested not just to my physical self but to my soul within me, in this body. The way your lowered your tone into the deepens of your ability to show your authority. Let me tell you it’s quite sexy. The deeper your voice goes, the deeper it becomes attached to this coat of melanin. Almost as if I was hearing your response to my act of service.
You know I come when I’m summoned… calling my name as if I feel the need to stand at attention. I’m a veteran so understand it’s a natural reaction. Instead I prefer to show you better than I can tell you. Laid across the bed, legs open to your view with my fingers in between.
Inserting one and then two into her lips, rubbing her nectar all over to give you a head start, waiting to feel your tongue you speak with.
Dripping… it’s creaming, watching your eyes follow the trail it’s leaving between these cheeks… I feel it. You’ve become the drug I become addicted to. You are the master of this yoni, just by you requesting for my attention, all you have to do is mention my name.
I’m in position… waiting for you to use me and come dig into this. I’ve come… because I’ve been summoned.
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