Your lips.
Mm, just so.
At base of spine,
Your fingers twine.
Tongue.
Ah, yes.
You’re doing fine.
Hands grasp hips,
slip
quick
around,
slide up to breasts,
delight thus found.
~j~
*this place is a dive* watch out for the verbal diarrhea (All words within are mine. ~unless otherwise noted)
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