Jeez, I adore you SuicideGirls, my respect is absolute for you as human beings, people, women and individuals and…
I've written before how I love that the photosets are a slow reveal strip coz I gag over every stolen glimpse of luscious cleavage, I long for the scents and aromas of your skin, then as the brassiere undoes and your soft flesh rounds to a nipple I beg to hold and caress…
I am unable to resist the curve of your back concave to the convex of your bum, my eye can follow in rapt wonderment all the curls and curlicues from the nape of your neck down to your ankles and toes then back up again…and against that, the inkwork and piercings that help define form and shade and points of obsession…
Then as your panties ease off the desperation rises in me like an addiction, waiting for those sweet folds, that line of desire, the fragrant labia and cradle of my desire:-
I could spend all day kissing and caressing and hugging and holding you and that would be fine but inside of me the lust for contact with the flesh of your sex boils within me and fixates in my head…
Likewise in the photosets I am desperate for the reveal…I want to see your sex, I ache to see the lips of your sex opening so I can glimpse the pink wonders below and in my imagination finally become part of you :-p
Ayeethankyou!