Sleepless on Sunday

It's 8:38 am, Sunday morning. I'm wearing sunglasses and one of those round Asian pointy hats strapped around my head listening to old school trance circa 2000. I am your enemy, I am the fucking Viet Cong right now, watch for me bitches b/c I'm comin for all of you. OK, I think it's obvious that sleep wasn't part of last night's plan. Blasted is an understatement. What a great night though. But you know what? I could really go for eating some pussy right now, damn, I love it, so hungry right now for it. It's the best way to cap off a fun night, however, no kickout committe for me tonight and it's too light out right now to put in a call for some Vampire Pussy (S to the D props).

I want to feel that girl get sopping wet in my mouth, I want to play with her clit as I flick it with my tongue, I want to feel her hips thrust into my face harder and harder as she becomes more fucking hot. I want her to grab a fistful of hair on the back of my head until it hurts as she tries to pull me into her pussy. When she gets off, I want her cum all over my face and then I just want to lay b/w her legs and smell her as I fall asleep waiting in anticipation and dreaming about how I'll do it all over again and again until my cravings are satisfied.

Could it be a Sunday Funday Football Fuckfest Extravaganza? We'll see about that later. Stranger, I got a few tricks of my own to teach you. tee mutha fuckin hee

I can't think of anything better right now that I would want to do more than that. Ugh, I want that so bad it hurts.