I N T I M A C Y 💋🍷🍸
He tasted like beer.
I wasn't an avid beer drinker, but it seemed to taste like gold coming from his lips. His kisses were feverish and impatient. His touches were aggressive and dominant. His gaze was a burning pyre that seemed to burn right into my deepest desires.
He wants me.
We kiss some more, each one more needy than the last. I begged that he continued for I couldn't breathe and he was my oxygen. Our tongues clashed, like dancers entwined in an eternal tango - pushing and twisting to the rhythm of our passion.
Nothing else matters now. I've surrendered myself to his whims, and I gave in to my desire.
I am all his.















