Sexcalibur
"I will ride your sword from hilt to tip."
Hips and lips hover above Sexcalibur. I wait;and watch your facedrink me in. Expectation,of silken contact, wherever it be.Your breath hushed, waiting… Straddled across your hips,silken lips fleetinglybrush against Sexcalibur, coaxing a slight tremor. Damp lips spread, caressing hilt to tip with slick lust. A recoil from tip to hilt reveals...