I have to have you, all of you, on top or beneath me on this holiday or just whenever.
You wouldn’t want to disappoint your heartthrob, your surging beast of breast and thigh!
Put me under your spell and it will drive me insane (for at least 10 minutes).
But don’t tell my husband, he might not like to kiss where you kissed me.
Don’t delude yourself, dude, I just want your heat, not your heart.
But I’ll still let you dive into this thistle; think of it as gainful employment for which you will receive no medal, hanging by wire or otherwise.
Your desire is a kind gesture but not enough to drive away this four-year-old union, (I’ve got a barrel of pussy for you anyway).
You’re the perfect type of man: a trinket to play with, an outrageous cock.
Faced with an eviction, you can always come on over to our place, and if I took a poll the voters would agree you fuck me best, my cries of pleasure resound through every corner of the house, enough to call in the ships to shore.
My eyes are crosswise and deep back in my head as I cum, hard enough to frighten the animals in the yard.
My decision-maker is broken – to kind of fall for a pitiable advertiser, but you’ve got longevity, enough for me to write a bunch of unpublished smut in which you star.
We fuck until dehydration sets in, then you fry me something in a pan.
You’re a willful explorer of my shaved parts.
You give it to me hard in succession and my brain experiences a lapse in judgment as I kiss you, according to your instruction.
You are lovable, so we fuck on the floor, which is in many ways obscene.
I’ve got a rash on my knees but no red alert.
We have to implement some ground rules, you bestial tribesman!
You hit that exact spot and send me over the rainbow, so systematic in your pursuit of my lust.
I must declare my heart is in a tangle as I drip with desire down to my ankle.
I’m amazed at how aerodynamic the body can be, how it fits together with yours despite these societal constraints.
I want a home in the tropics where you can tear into me at will, where my soul will be a little less malevolent.
