Mr. Black doesn't know me very well.
There is nothing he can do that I can't handle.
I can take every thrust, every stroke, every lick and every pound.
And dare to ask for more with a wink and a smile.
Lick at my thighs, bite at my calves, pinch my nipples, put me ass up
face down as you beat it from behind.
Baby, shit like that excites me and gets my pussy wetter than wet.
I know what they call you and I know what you do.
But I also know the treasure I possess between my thighs.
You can call it flower, punani, pum pum, or just plain pussy.
All that matters is that you get all up in it.
I'm sure your dick would be a perfect fit.
So how do you want me?
On all fours?
On my back with my legs up and open wide?
Standing bent over touching my toes?
Lying on my side?
Me on top riding?
Up against the door?
In the elevator?
Tell me because sweet Daddy Longstroke you decide which
way is best to beat up this punani.
Rubbing my clit will definitely make me moan, but to hear me
scream you're gonna have to put it in just right.
Fuck me like the beast you are.
Put it in deep and pound out our own private rhythm.
Make me cry out and scream your name.
Every time you feel me pull away thrust in me deeper and harder.
Listen as I speak in a foreign tongue as my body shakes, quivers
and explodes around your hardness.
Feel my nails dig in your back as your white cream fills me
with that last power thrust you deliver.
As we lay panting you can rest assured that I am more than
ready for our next moment of fuckery.
So, Mr. Black, anytime you want to fuck me lust let me know.
I'm always ready and willing.
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