I don’t have time for this shit. Porn She shuffles into the hallway. Your eyes question mine. I see your erect cock, and it’s beautiful. You look unsure of what to do with your shoes as you look at them and then at me. You hesitate in the treeline. I arch up and slide myself onto your cock. I love to pleasure myself in full view of the street, and every now and again someone like you gets a lucky break, a full on gymnastic performance, but not today, today I need something more than just the thought of our tongues dancing together furiously, imagining it’s your hands running the length of my body, touching my breasts and tweaking my nipples until they’re rock hard, begging to be sucked into a hot warm mouth and licked and flicked and bitten. We reach my door and you smile before walking away. You don’t budge and if I thought your fingers were good, they had nothing on your tongue, that long insistent stroke that you use, forcing me to buck against your face.
