her pussy looks tasty as she raised one thigh doing the stripper pose.
her cameltoe was visible in those tight black leggings.
in my mind I wanted to bury my head in-between.
just to taste the sweetness.
she's was a BBW.
a fiery red head with a Georgia peach tan.
those brown eyes I'd die just to get her to look at me and smile.
deep in-between her thighs I kissed something sweet something soft.
something wet.
yet it tasted sweeter on my tongue.
her breasts soft haunting my mouth.
yet there were no words as the sweet taste of porcelain hung on my tongue.
on the edge of my tongue I felt the high.
the heat of a older woman.
the intoxicated buzz that destroys me yet brought me alive.
her panties dangling wet along her ankles.
soft moans aching her.
the kiss to her pussy she couldn't forget.
again and again she cried my name in a thousand ways.
her body was poetry to me.
her damn curves like honey dripping wet as she felt my lick.
again and again I ravage her.
in nights where I lost control.
the grind of her hips.
tortured her thighs ate my soul.
yet my dick my chocolate snake drowned with her kiss of lipstick stained red.
as she had me in love with every inch of her.
as her fingers dance inside her hair as she rode me.
kissing me down deep intimately she tasted the chocolate as if it was hers.
yet I was never the same.
as she played naughty.
and fuckin was her game.
her name was zandra.
yet I couldn't deny I was obsessed with the thought of beauty is pain.
for she was never mine.
©darkmocha
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