Dear My tense little buttresse,
Oh how the last couple weeks have been, the amazement, the sheer joy and pleasure of experiencing your unfathomable, beautiful qualities. When you held me between your comforting boobies, I could hear the only heart I would ever need to. The fingerbanging was outstanding. The moment I touched your coochie its like the universe was in the perfect harmony as your beautiful lathe voice would scream. I will never think of amateur when I think of you. Lying in bed together, you whispering to me “I never want to this to end,” nor I baby, nor I. You put care into your strokes. I picture your hairy bush quivering with the sweat glands making it and me moist. Your eyes make me gush the love juice. I want to take a scrub brush and wash every inch of you. Two in the shooter, one in the pooper, you taught me that lover, and I want you to teach me more so I bought you that kama sutra book. I think we should add a whistle to our intense hump marathons. The days grow too long without you in them.
Love,
The honey on your body
Xoxoxo
P.S. I want to sex you up.
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