Written late at night after some drinks...

Mmmm my pussy. My juicy pussy. My hungry juicy pussy. Why aren’t you here right now to eat her like a ripe piece of fruit? Now is the time. When I’m feeling loose and free. Not hung up on anything. Craving your touch. Giving myself to you like a gift. Grinding my pretty little pussy up against your face without any worries about your face being a mess. After all, if you’re going down there it’s because you want to. I feel loose and free and relaxed and able to receive pleasure without expectations. Come kiss my thighs. Let them be 2 of the softest pillows to ever caress your face as you devour me. Know that the pleasure you’re giving me is obvious by the way my body is moving. I’ve never let someone get this close. And now I’m shoving your head down into me because I can’t get enough of the way your tongue feels on me. How do you know how to do this? Why does this feel so fucking good? I’m not holding back at this point. Whatever comes out of me, that’s what you get. And I don’t even care. You started this. In this moment I own your face. It belongs to me. It exists to give me pleasure. And you’re doing such a great job. You’re ammmaaazing, don’t ever stop!

Fuuuuuuck….. Why aren’t you here?