Miscellaneous
Passion for Wicked Distractions Umm, the lust I have for a man’s beard A fetish that creams my pussy, to me not deemed weird In public I try to deny the urge Eye contact, now in your bed, my unleashed desires I hungrily purge If you have a beard or mustache than you’re my fallen guy I cannot stop this obsession or I refuse to deny The longer your beard, the better My pussy juices hanging off like icicles makes me even wetter Feel so good when your face is between my thighs Whiskers and the hair strains, marring me, while lapping at my carnal surprise Pussy getting excited on the verge of a thrusting uprise No medicine found for this Your beard is a ticket for your dick to punish my slit A pass for your face to bathe in pussy juices as you’re lapping at my clit Have seen a specialist for this Peeped his package upon entrance...umm, what a long and hard dick My pussy wet thinking about how he steers his stick Speaking to me, yet palming his beard Gapped my legs open on his couch, his beard, my pussy juices did smear Sat on Santa’s lap and confessed my sins of being naughty Red suit came off, as he whispered in my ear, I was a Caribbean hottie Security called and closed down the mall After hearing Santa’s echoing grunts and serenading calls I got a hard dick ride for a present, after I licked his ass and gently kissed over his balls What could I do, where could I find help One beard, two beards, dick in my ass, mouth coveting the other, tonsils met Oh God it feel so damn good to have a man’s beard slimming up and down my soft skin His lips capturing mine, sniffing the essence of me, his wicked edible sin The feeling exciting me as his tongue slides down my back Has my body trembling, awaiting a bearded lick and a drooling snack If you have a beard, oh God, please just stay away Uncontrolled lust takes over my sanity anytime or any day Copyright©SHL-2019