- Sweetened smells give off an illumination to more seemingly succulently tasty lips! -
I've been a soloist for months...it may be time for a duet; however, I'll never masturbate away the lusciously lusty memories that can create a fiend out of the soundest of men. Though u' must be weary of an utopian complex while holding dear to what still last. Let us at least try for a "double hitter" to even off unused sensual stimuli. In all, I like spending money. When I'm making more than what's spent, especially. Since, sweetened smells give off an illumination to more seemingly succulently tasty lips! I'll come around to licking n sucking them, until you aesthetically try making me into a human dildo!
Someone who will not deprive me of the esteem needed to accept life for what we make of it...because my mannerism can bring on a state of euphoria. Whereby, you'll think I was actually trying to seduce you. Even though, seclusion is always sought after, if my words can every make ur' clit' begin to swell and anus tingle, it's time for "The Plethora of Lip Ethos". Call it favorable, or keep it as your fetish. Just never, regret it! Don't just plan the escapade to see what follows, there's always going to be tomorrow's sequel. The Genuinely Voluminously Heterosexually Heuristic...N@%^gg'Ahhh! What's good, Folksy?