Her lips...it's all about her lips. Succulent, full, firm, soft as a peach that is ripe and lush, wet with juices, they are about to wrap firmly around my throbbing cock...eager to suck forth my own juices that lie waiting in a well deep within... It's all about those lips...not her eyes, not her hair, not even the smile that is formed by her lips. It is not the mischief or the laughter that flow forth from those lips, th...

The air between us felt electric, charged with an urgency neither of us could deny. As our eyes locked, the rest of the world seemed to dissolve, leaving only the sound of our breaths, heavy and uneven. Without hesitation, I closed the space between us, our lips meeting in a crash of heat and hunger. Your hands found their way to my hair, tugging gently, while my fingers traced the curve of your back, pulling you closer u...

Do you want to know what a man thinks about whilst touching himself? My dick's in my hands right now. I'm stroking myself slowly and picturing you on your knees, stripped down to your underwear. If I was there with you, I'd stroke my cock's head against your soft lips and tell you to kiss it like a good girl. I want to see you suck on it, really enjoying swallowing my cock, moving that wet tongue against my shaft as you t...