ginacherry

writer's block, so here is a classic....


You see, you have to imagine him, his all American smile, the blonde hair, the blue eyes and that backwards cap gets my honey dripping every time. What does this have to do with me getting on my knees and unzipping his pants, having him run his hands through my hair, brushed up against my cheeks- anticipating, needing, wanting his pink white boy cock in my lips? Ahh.but you have to imagine him, see him and from what I have just told youthe details of my life spill out of my lips as his fluid spills down my chin, my neck, down the front of the white blouse that always was a bit too tight. The warmth is overwhelming and the smell and taste is salty, like the sea, however every drop is precious and I look up and with the edge of his thumb he touches my lower lip, dripping with pearlsslowly, sweetly he brings it up to his lips and we share the secret between us.