The calm of a pounding heartbeat kiss the opening of my pus..
Added 2017-10-23 07:31:17 +0000 UTCThe calm of a pounding heartbeat kiss the opening of my pussy. He waits, each pulse of that thumping rhythm another thrust of intimate fuel. Feed me, my body begs. Every movement of his seizing cock, choreographed his climax. The very dance of his shaft, the crippling silence of his breath, shouting at my pussy. The warm, flooding pleasure of his ironclad injection. I beg. I crave. I plead for more cum. His cock, like a deep sea drill, finding deeper and deeper territory. Yes, I cry. Yes. Closing my powerful thighs around his waist, I clamp his hips to mine like a vice grip. My eyes fixate on his gasp. He's seen the glory of a whimsical tune, his very moans synchronizing my whispers. "I need you. Please, I beg you. I need you to cum over and over, until my body can hold no more. I beg you too fill my pussy with your seed. " He inhaled my words, knew my body belonged to him. "Is this my pussy?" He asked. "Are you my woman?" "In every possible way, " I breathed into his ears. "Every moment, anywhere, at all times. Your cum is your name. I'll wear it with the smile your gives me. " Still surrounded by my warm and tight hold, he became rigidly erect. Throbbing. Ferociously hungry. His cum is his name, his signature. He wanted me to wear it. This is how I feel every time I meet my fans. When I ask you what tour name is, I'm already sensing you between my legs. Your name and your thumping pulse, in my pussy, flooding me written your claim. What........ is your name?
