Initially, you think you are just in the mood for champagne, just cause it tastes so sweet and it is the choice beverage of toasts at times of celebration, so how could it be gloomy. This is the type of mood you thrive on, wait for, even anticipate…and even though I may not consciously acknowledge it, I know that at some point, eventually, you will appear. It is. As you glide onto my cock you exhale deeply and close your eyes, taking in the ecstasy, and begin pumping up and down, biting down on the scarf in your mouth. As you reach the dresser, the dresser that is standing before you on your hands and knees, I see a drop of your juices fall from your begging pussy…and you pull from the bottom drawer of the dresser a silk scarf and tie it around your head and across your open mouth. Will it be tonite??? Your expression is limited, unreadable, yet smooth. Ignoring your calls, not responding to messages sent…no matter how heated and erotic…no matter what fantasy you are currently exploring with those soft curious and experienced
