There she was, like beautiful December. The shimmering sun gleamed across her skin on a hot July day, while her blue eyes stared at him and her soul did say. "I love you more than the sycamore, More than life, more than death, I love you more than I love myself and thats a threat." She grabbed him by the hand and led him toward a mansion on shore. They laughed, they giggled, playing pretend, As if they were young kids once again.
It was then that he knew her heart was pure and she loved him too.
Finally upon the steps that lay before the threshold of golden floors, they crept up them quickly, while playing grab ass and other sorts. Upon opening the door, she turned to him and their lips had met, then by the shirt he was led through the rooms and down the hall, He was pushed upon her bed. You could hear the fabric rip for miles as they shed their clothes, ripping and tearing as if tomorrow was never coming. But by tonight they would both be dripping on their toes. From her seductive eyes, to succulent lips, he grabbed a hold of her nice fine thighs and spread her at the hips. He began to kiss down her neck to her tits, skipped her belly and started sucking on her hip, then slowly drug the tip of his tingue up her belly and back to her lips. As they kissed he stuck his finger to her clit, slowly massaging it. Those blue eyes begged and voice followed suite "Could u please put your tongue to use?" As she asked her body quivered, it was then his tongue started to slither. Across her clit, then between her lips, he submerged his tongue, and impaled her soul.
The way she tasted was like a dream come true, A savory flavor, dreamy and creamy. Wet to the touch with soaked bed sheets and such. She began to beg for the D and he gracefully said "Sure baby whatever you please!"


© Lyle Richards II