Sweet Mocha Kiss
Sweet Mocha Kiss
From passionate subterranean eye communication with your
angelic arresting eyes, the magnetism of arousal beckons me to your beautiful
cottony soft embellished mocha laced lips.
The collision is one of timed tenderness, respecting the yield command long
enough to encircle the outline of the entry into your warm tunnel of erotic
amusements with the ticket of my moist darting homelessly hungry tongue.
The steamy ticket is validated by the opening of the plump
vibrant twin gatekeepers. The entrance is greeted with a warm moist cocoon that
I embark on by searching the darkened sweet depths with a firm probing darting
human tadpole like . Darting
from side to side then massaging ceiling and floor of your erogenous cave. I
unabashedly transcend to deeper uncharted sectors sucking succulent sweet mocha
laced treats. Eyes rotate backward; knees weaken heat rises from down under in
profuse magnitudes from as the effects of freefalling from a concluded dream
consume your sense of being.
The heat of the moment is intoxicating, the moment where the
emotion is autocratic and I only want to take you to the plateau of
quintessence mocha kiss.
