The younger version of me…

I luv em juicy but I don’t wanna drown. Crave to heat em cummin bcuz hormones get so loud. Squirting odd a pleasure that goes both ways. I luv the warmth of it in my face. With no rush to the climax it’s the movement that plays. Feeling every stroke as they say my mane. From the tongue to the cock there’s a distinctive noise that comes grim within. A buildup of sensitivities that lingers to be freed. As the softness of their skin tenderizes my fingertips. Show is the into way into my head is tightly gripped. Face fuckingme until they can’t get enough. Forcing em to the edge of moans before I relieve em from damn near falling in luv. Is the passion that’s such a poison that I wipe from my chin. As I slide on in and thrust em again and again and again. Deep with an intent to bottom out. Just to create that one fuckin sound. Mmm, there it is as their body shakes from desires coming undone. Losing a piece of self in the moment to enjoy watching their street to run. Swerving the monster as I go harder trying to break em in half. I miss the younger version of me buried in my past…