I don’t want to bathe
It would mean washing your creeping hands off my body
Oh how they felt like the cops looking for finger prints
My nipples missed your hands…
And your lips…
on my back
Your Grip on my waist
I’m still Soaked and it’s not because I walked through a puddle to get home…
I can still taste your lip
They were the way I left them
Soft…
Always beckoning on me to bite them
And how they grazed my ears every time you whispered promises
While making me arch my back on the poker table
I don’t want to bathe
TGR is an ultra skinny writer who loves to eat and sings in the bathroom. She’s also a lover of dogs and the colour black
17 Comments
Seems like there is a PT2 .. Imma wait for that?
its lovely nd expressive keep it up
Tay tay with the bawdiness lol. Nice one.
Beautiful touch of erotica. Me like. Me like a lot. Kudos tiny person ?
Wild ?
Oya don’t bathe now, is anybody forcing you? ? . I love this Tj. may your ink never run dry.
Tay never disappoints. Simple and very expressive. Keep serving ????
Third leg shivering! Hot one for the cold weather.
I think I’m in love?????
This is awesome….keep it up
Thank you all
I’m glad you all enjoyed it
Words dat hit real hard…nice 1 TGR?
TGR the expression on this one… mind blowing…
Nice one
Blood of jesu….*stops self* that is some wonderful expression in words…..
Lol Anna thank you
Thank you all
Almost purrrfect. Most def my favorite