Whe
n I say “yes,” I mean mark me with your suck, fill me with your sweet fuck, grip me harder with each buck, drink me dry, take my breath, heal my heart, look me in the eye when I arch and reach and beg and cry your name so loud my ears ring.
cumming to a head…
Dear Gentle Sir,
I’ve been thinking about the tip of your cock, the fullness of your shaft, and its shining bead of pre-cum… again.
Fuck me soon,
Lola xo
ride the wind…
The wheat feels the shucking of its chaff as puffs of pleasure shoot and sprinkle into wild air. Rub. A sigh slides by.
We ride with abandon, parting paths with whetted tips and slickened lips. We ride.
Harvest the secrets of my heart, wrap them inside words that feel like song. See me as I am: wanton with wanting you.
literally…
I can literally feel this.
(ohfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck)
Cum to me now.
(ohpleasepleasepleaseplease)
cloud nine…
I don’t care where we are or who’s around,
this is what I want to do every time I see you.
cara bello…
The weighty bob of your
beautiful hard cock
thrills me
into worshipful silence.
when i sleep…
she was his home…
positive reinforcement…
Dear Gentle Sir,
I need the frenzy of our fuck.
Now.
Pretty Please,
Lola xo