Muse: Sir Dashington
Standing over my glossy body dripping away with oil and sweat I can feel the heat coming from his hands as he grazes over my body,
Drifting for a warm spot,
A spot with electrical current only taking in breaths not breathing out,
Afraid if he blew too hard the candles might go out,
Patiently waiting for the heat to intensify my clit,
I licked my lips in pure excitement while leaning my head back I closed my eyes and waited for it,
Waited for the journey to expand my imagination how dare I let my procrastination take me away from this feeling,
This feeling of drifting,
Across the misfit seas where people go to hang out once their bodies are at ease,
Where our minds have been crossed we visit sinners eve,
You can almost hear the sound of sea washing away the tensity from your body,
Relaxing inside of me my bones are asleep,
Someone press mute as the moans grow out of me,
Even though we all speak different languages we all come to one conclusion when we meet climax,
Grounding from somewhere deep in the spine,
The want of my words got me here,
All you have to say is....
Yes Sir,
No Sir,
Thank you Sir,
Like a good girl,
Each drip sent eruptions through layers of my synapses,
All within a few settle shakes,
Cum pours down my legs,
Fire burns over top of me queening even in submission,
My eyes open after a few moments I look down only to see wax planted on my coca skin,
I cut my eyes with a evil grin,
And yell more....
Stay tuned for the extended version coming soon to Sean 2...
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