I have this sudden urge to breed, the urge to drain myself inside a wanting pussy, respectfully. I question if I’m worthy enough to fulfill such a fantasy with you, will you help me decide if I am? We have great sexual energy. Improvising. Please enjoy your body.
I’m improvising about a girl that I fantasize about, how the desire I have for her grows immensely. If only these fantasies were a reality. I moan and tell you that I’m always thinking of you. I want you!
This is my confession to you, my faceless woman. All week I’ve edged myself for you, pulsating, and that’s a fact. I could no longer hold it in; cum with me….please. You’re beautiful.
Good evening, baby. I know you’re probably getting ready to go out with your friends, but my cock and I had to remind you how badly you are wanted. Think of my tongue buried in your asshole. I’m right on the edge!
I had to stop what I was doing to express myself towards you. Give you the attention you deserve, the attention you need. How these sexual desires plague my thoughts throughout the day. You’re special, baby.
My desire grows intently strong for you throughout the day, and with every thought. Is it wrong?
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