My waterfall
Come taste the essence of my waters
Let it fall all over your throne of your growing manhood
The sweet, creamy, nectar that flows from me like a pond or stream.
Locking our eyes, letting our naughty demons becoming one vessel. Opening one another, tasting one another’s waters
Having their breeze bless our loving bed
I know your fantasy
I know your desires
I know your dreams
Make me scream, cream and every erotic act in between
Letting our waters fall into a collective stream
I can see it, the windows to the soul are tired of undressing me
Tired of putting in positions of power where my naked body is exposed to you at your full attention.
My warmth craves the touch and thought of you
Be never afraid
Come with me and you can cum with me
Fly with me and get high off me
Succeed with me and put your seed in me
Come taste my waterfall
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