Tongue stud
A poem about my wonderful tongue piercing
You lay down on the bed, happy, content. I sigh and smile, run my hand up your leg.Your body radiates a natural drug,Don't let me stop, I want you to beg*Clothes messed up, crumpled, torn.My innocent smile, replaced by a frown.Feeling your eyes wide all over me,I lay my head, bury it down.*Your cock is hard, ready and waiting.Eyes wide open, shot with anticipation.My delicate hands take a firm grip.My tongue quivers, purp...