“Meal Time”

“Meal Time”

I’m in the kitchen with my guy making dinner
In the back of my mind I’m thinking this meal won’t make me thinner
Is this a part of his master plan, to plump me up like a Thanksgiving bird
Was he thinking this way no one else would want her, Word
No not my guy, he’s confident and he knows I’m crazy only for him
There’s no need for him to resort to such a prelim
I love when he cooks all these wonderfully delicious dishes
That my sense just unleashes
Emotional feeling so deep for him because my guy cooks with love
In conversations with friends and family his food is all I speak of
I brag about how he makes all these fantastic tasting meals
That contains ingredients so secret that I can’t reveal
His meals are so good an in my workds, “they’re orgasmic good”
Make the walls of your labial lip fold back and expose what is under the hood
You feel wet, moist and creamy between you thighs
That something as simple as a meal can make you rise
And hit that pleasure zone
Damn, that was surely unknown
As you sway and rock back and forth because the taste is so supreme
Mind blowing, breast clinching, pussy wetting, surely this has to be a dream
What in the hell, how could this be
A meal so wonderful as this can take me to esctasy
Have you ever experienced it
I’m sure if you had, you wouldn’t forget
My guy definitely pleases me mind, body and soul
He’s a talented SOB, let the truth be told
He pleasures me in ways you can’t imagine
I can be walking down the street and I have a fantasy
How this man touches me and inspires me emotionally, and physically
With him each day is like the first day of life as you devour his food and your taste buds are busy
Uumm, uumm, oohh,oh my GOD as you chew and savour each bite of his meal
Orgasim hits you and then you know this is definitely real
Did this just happen from food
Damn, I gues so, that’s why my guy is so umm umm good.

That’s what my meal times are like….
What about yours

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