Monday, October 20, 2014

Miss Baddie Badu

Four times four
Quads equal squats on faces with stamina stances

Glances away

In and out
Between Mimosa glances

She prepared her tunnel
She distanced herself from the brackets of reality
Stepping into a mental workout
She practiced and positioned herself carefully
Adding additional weights
The bar bending
She bent back
The weight bench shook
As her mental escape took over her

She came…
Back to reality

The realness of her cumming
She hard grinded and self-fucked herself right into release

Tunneling in gasping for the erotica
Unable to be distinguished from the friendship
She partnered her with her client
Squatting to the direction of eye glances
She squatted 90
She squatted with her tongue ready for tasting

"how can pleasure feel so wrong
Coming down her chin was her thank you
She extradited satisfactions moisture
Eyelids danced as eyes rolled back

She searched
for closure
She was unable to close off the desire
It wasn't leg day but they shook
Tattoos traced… the body art tasted

Her hands traveled the sculpture of her womanliness


Mimosas sipped
over
Lunch dates
Daydreams sealed
Tomorrows workout discussed

She braced herself for training
With Miss Baddie Badu
For the body she was ready
The contiguous dance she let her mind conjure up
Rihanna scents sprayed to accentuate the sweetness

Yes; her pussy lips

Four times four
Quads equal squats on faces with stamina stances

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