Blueberry Mornings 7/30


Delicate has never been my style
I’m more the fences, ditches, running with the boys type
The only bushes I’ve played in has been between thick thighs and welcoming sighs
I too found my thrill on blueberry hill
She was juicy and sweet
The thought of those moments linger
I still crave hickies and tender spots that remind me of the night before
I like my hair gripped tightly by the roots
Three fingers deep
Look me in the eyes as you tell me how good you know it feels
Touch me like you want me to remember
Dip into my wetness, stroke my clitoris, and then plunge back in
I like the feel of a woman gyrating against my thighs
The way she slides between my legs
Perfect positioning for kisses from her love atop mine
I am in the mood for this this morning
On this good day
In this moment
At this second
Because of this throbbing I cannot stop

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