Monday. Hey everyone! I'm back and I'll never leave for so long again...
Monday Hungry plow, inside my mouth. First to taste, feast to feast, the tongues wait hot, ready. Behind bone fence, my tongue waits to taste, or bite, or both. You. My tongue, your mouth, your teeth. Lick together, our tongues, dine on fat kisses, plucked from between us. They wait within our heads... Sign in to see full entry.