He didn’t let me lick it a little first to get used to it. Maybe I waited someone who knew how to lick and suck and drive the girl underneath him crazy with light bites. That’s okay, I can adapt it, they can take me hard. With my ankles behind my neck, he could have taken me by my buttocks, sat me on his stake and easily put me on his roller-coaster and bounced me up and down. I’m his personal item until he’s done, he can use me however he wants. Am I a warm picture, or cold? He hooked his fingers in the string of my thong and pulled hard, ripping it off. Lifted one his knee and put it on the bed. So that’s why he wanted me in this yoga pose. I could sing sweet lullabies to him in my soft voice, or dirty words, if that’s what he wanted. I smiled with little dimples in my cheeks, like a sweet lover whose ready to picked flower is touched for the first time. I raised my rear slightly and I waited for him to bury his stubble face in my nymp-hole and dip his tongue into my nectar again.
