Our sexual tension is unbelievable.
As you peel the onion, do it slowly.
I'd like to perform.
My sex grows for you as your soup
simmers. You stir your pots - sometimes
with one hand, sometimes two.
Naughty girl.
I can't wait to delve into your world.
Tears, the size of virgin pearls,stream
from your eyes as you cut into the
with one hand, sometimes two.
Naughty girl.
I can't wait to delve into your world.
Tears, the size of virgin pearls,stream
from your eyes as you cut into the
bulb of my deepest desires.
This is sexy.
I like it when you cry.
At the core of your tight messy bun is a
thick manly rod. I see you sweat in our heat.
They trickle seductively down your
forehead, to your kissable cheeks, to
your kissable neck. Leading me closer
and closer to your pleasure gold.
You gasp desperately for air in the
midst of the steamy passionate room.
I hear my love juice calling out as
your kettle screams my name.
This is sexy.
I like it when you cry.
At the core of your tight messy bun is a
thick manly rod. I see you sweat in our heat.
They trickle seductively down your
forehead, to your kissable cheeks, to
your kissable neck. Leading me closer
and closer to your pleasure gold.
You gasp desperately for air in the
midst of the steamy passionate room.
I hear my love juice calling out as
your kettle screams my name.
Quiet now. Mr. wedding ring is in. We
have to keep it down.
You place your wooden spoon into
your mouth and lick the gravy off
it. Every single drop on every
single inch.
Monday, 5.30pm, apartment 6D.
I look forward to Mrs. 7D tomorrow.
