I’m E

If you’re cold, I have a warm lap waiting just for you.

My arms helping her stand because her legs get weak when I kiss her neck and shoulders from behind.

I love how her moans sound with her mouth full.

I miss her little giggle of anticipation when I whisper something naughty in her ear.

My lap is cold. Come warm it up.

How does her wiggle when she’s the little spoon always result in leaving us breathless and messy?

My lap needs your wiggle.

It’s a fine, fine line between pleasure and pain.

Needing her thighs to warm my beard.

Craving her moans.

Hers is a mouth
made for
sin.

Gray in the beard matching the gray in the sweatpants this evening.