My mouth waters each time I think of you.
As I lick your hardness, the cold quality finds a quaint dalliance with the warmth of my mouth. It melts with the heat of my skillful tongue, reminiscent of blissful memories, making my legs weak from intense craving like when my lover explores the nether places of my carnal being.
Slow and indulgent. Licking every drip.
My glossal swirl around your glistening tip brings euphoria each time I have a taste of you.
I will take you any time of the day and night, even when it’s cold.
My vanilla gelato.
