Bouquets And Buckles Quotes

I privately say to you old friend (unto you, really, I'm afraid), please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early-blooming parenthesis: (((( )))). I suppose, most unflorally, I truly mean them to be taken, first off as bow-legged--buckle-legged--omens of my state of mind and body at this writing.

Sweetheart, this pussy is meant to be fucking worshipped… and I’m gonna ask you to trust me when I say that even if this is as far as we take things tonight, I need to eat your cunt ‘til you fall apart. Preferably more than once.

Let’s make one thing real clear, right fucking now.” Leaning both hands on either side of her hips leaves me looming over her, so close I’m immediately wrapped up in her floral scent. “I don’t want to be your friend, Skylar.

I don’t want to be your friend, or your friend’s father, or anything else that makes it seem like I’m not over here fighting every urge to kiss the fuck outta you.

No hovering. Full weight. Sit your pretty little pussy right where I want.

In another life. In any other life, I’d track you down and wouldn’t let you go. You’re worth that and so much more, Skylar.

You let me inside this pussy raw, and I’m going to have you stretched around my cock and leaking cum for as long as that snow sticks to the ground.

Who cares if I’m sporting trash panda chic? Certainly not the girl who has to figure out a way not to blurt out to her friend that she’d rather be worshiping his dad’s cock.

For those who don’t want a lot for Christmas… Other than a hot cowboy, and multiple orgasms.