ivana

The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice. Hearing you speak my name. Telling me you want me, so I tell you that you are the answer to every question that I ever had about love. Without words I use my tang to tell you the tale about us, tracing your shadow, kneeling before you my eyes fees upon your masculinity and all its stability and I pray to god that all of that is for me. I being to indulge my self in your delicacy, digesting semi sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts, dripping down my chin, your taste is something a diver couldn’t recreate. Needing every atom of you anatomy, necessity is placed upon me knowing that you are the source of my serendipity, dipping in and out of me, stroking more into my consciousness, subconsciously I find my self rewinding our love scenes in my day dreams, seeing that face you make when you are making me cum, and it makes me want you right there and then. Thinking of you in inappropriate places, I get tingling sensations in private locations, where I wish to be caught between a rock and you heart place. As wetness develop, my legs being to open, and my spot turns into a back draft and all I want you to do is extinguish it. You know my body, like the back of your hand that touch me and send me into ecstasy. My thighs quivering in anticipation of deep penetration which always gets me high. Body rising, sweating, panting makeup melting pulling my hair…………