I love pussy. I absolutely ADORE it. I cannot get enough of it. Lil Wayne's lyrics are my spirit animal. I could spend all day with my head in between someone's knees, I could day happy when I find a woman who will spend sun up to sun down with me eating her out. The smell the taste the feel the way it makes her moan ALL OF IT. My one bone to pick with god is that the laws of physics are such that I can't get even closer to it. So why is it, when we're in the heat of the moment, I tell them to sit on my face, and they gingerly rest it an inch above my mouth? Why make your legs keep up that kind of squat? I want you to sit down and relax, I want you to grind up against my lips, let my nose brisk your clit and your thighs to give me friction burns on my ears. I want to look death in the face while nearly suffocating. And yet, when I ask this, I've gotten "I don't want to crush you!"
That. Is. The. Point.
- JoinedAugust 25, 2020