You’ve been thinking of me in your lap. In various ways. My back to your chest or my breasts soft against you. Sometimes quiet. Most of the time talking softly with me. Sometimes getting me to think out loud to you about the ways I want to be taken. Knowing that you have eyes only for the way I burn for you. Whispering. Growling.
But always, always touching each other.
Sometimes caressing me and telling me how you intend to take pleasure in me. Sometimes just letting the steam build between us as you tease and touch and kiss and whisper. Other times planning my destruction out loud, taking your cues from the reactions I just can't help or hide.
But always, always touching me.
It’s like Papi talking to Cosita
““I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.” - Karese Burrows”
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A spanking a day keeps the attitude away 🍑
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Foreplay isn't "let me get you wet enough to stick it in you", it's "let me get you so worked up and horny you're practically begging me to stick it in".
Big. Big. Difference.