The feel of your skin beneath my touch.
Wrapped up in you—- in more ways than just the physical
“Dream for me…” I entice you as I fill your warm folds.
Our movements are slow allowing me to feel as each centimeter glides into you. How your walls welcome my girth with the softest of hugs.
“Dream for me…” I blow into you.
Seeing you laying in bed, wearing nothing but that thin layer of black is enough to intoxicate me…