Home late from a Fetish Ball and you were waiting outside my door. You just had to talk to me to get things right in your head. As always you help me out of my latex gown while I let you fucking ramble on about life, sex and what a pathetic loser you are.
When everything is off, except my fine ass boots you see the cum dripping down my pale beautiful thighs. You automatically assume the ball had many musicians, and well loser; you would be right as you know the only men I fuck are artists or men that can help me in this world to get what I want. In other words people I can USE!
You want to talk about the little blonde girl you saw outside after school let out but the cum dripping down my leg has your attention now. You seem hypnotized at how much there is and how it is slowly dripping down to my beautiful boots. We can’t have that, now can we? I grab the back of your head and force your tongue right where the drip on my thigh is about to hit my boot. You no longer need forcing as you taste the tangy, salty nectar of my cunt juice mixed with jizz of several beautiful men. Sometimes, you crave more than little birds, don’t you bitch?
Written By: Poison Ivy
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