Imagining The Most Edible Dream


Sneaking into a conference room ...
We escape.
Ripping off our clothes ...
To have a taste.
My pulse begins to race ...
As he touches my skin.

His tongue starts to flicker ...
Then out comes his fingers.
A bite to my lip ...
I continue to drip ...
As I fade into another orgasm.

An upside down flip ...
These toes curl as I encounter his trick.
And oh, his sounds ...
AS I'm suspended, face to the ground.

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