One cannot deny that a woman can only but taste sweet and girly in her soft warmth...

How sweet the taste of her nectar. The allure of her womanhood.

The image lustful and magnetic.

He standing above her. Her Eyes soft and inviting. Mouth slightly parted.

An audible ....."taste me..."

Laying before him.....a goddess of carnal pleasures and fantasies to be enjoyed.

Spreading her lithe limbs, revealing the soft warm wetness he craved.


Running his hands down her inner soft thighs...loving the moan that escapes her lips as he feels her surrender and arch to his touch.

So soft


So swollen....


Glistening.

The unbearable torture


The urge to devour....

Kneeling.

.....sinking his mouth into the bliss of heavenly delicacies....

RB.

Sweet sleep delicious all...x

Now I am wasted for work today. Horny as hell and just having this delicious picture firmly entrenched in my mind.

dearest k.j.

Is that not the purpose of all things feminine and softly alluring?
The "horns" be out, a hardness in hand, the mobile on dial...her boudoir awaits...x