D'You Come Here Often?
Yes.
Yes I'm here all the time, held flat against your body, your hand against my hip, your breath on my lips and that smile on your face. Liking the way we're so close, the way I can feel the heat of you, the way I know your prick is long and hard and aching to be touched, touched in just the right way, by hands that know when to press hard, when to squeeze and rub and pull... to have a mouth open, a tongue slide, the delicious ache of being sucked in...
I'm here Doyle - where are you?