I love Fall
Can't stop thinking about Mr. Self Destruct. He's got everything wrapped up in a nice little package. I adore him. He touches me the right way and I go crazy, he touches me the wrong way and I go crazy. I guess torture is the word of the day. The last time we were together I felt like I was 15 again. And not that 15 is so great, it isn't, but the way I felt. God, I wish I could have bottled it. He un-hooked my bra, felt my tits, no.... caressed them. Over and over. He was just satisfied with that, but I wasn't. I reached for his belt, I yanked but it wouldn't come free. He took care of it for me. Hands fumbling for pussy, cock, ass... you get the idea. Up against a rock... baking in the sun. Fast blow, not long enough. I crave the feel of his cock in my mouth. His moans and actions get me. No, more... stun me. Put me in a state of confusion and awe. Wanting more.... wanting some sort of climax. ANY sort of climax. Watching him climax on my abdomen. Filling my navel with cum. Sucking it out, then filling my mouth. More and more. Waves and waves of cum down my throat from his mouth. Sucking his tongue clean. Tongue fucking, mouth sucking. His weight on my body. Against a hot rock, in the beautiful fall sun.