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Suck My Cunt

My cunt needs a good old fashioned pussy bath. A nice solid tonguing, full of lust and vigour. A moist muscle squirming like an eel against my pink meat as I scream for release.

Yes, I need it. Want it. Cream for it.

I can feel the mole on the left side of my cunt throbbing. I can picture the eager beaver-licker lapping at my lips. I’ll spread them wide. Dive right in.

Any handsome fellow with a strong tongue is welcome. Any man who professes “I love cunt” is fair game. Don’t bother with the preamble, the kisses and caressing, fondling my tits for a quarter of an hour before you get down to business. No, baby, all I want is your body bent between my thighs, your mouth moving on my holy slit, your cock—distant, hardening as you work me like a table in Vegas.

Devour me from the inside out. Suck my juices. Lap at my lap like the bitch you are. Kneel and pray with every letter in the alphabet, every finger on each hand. I’ll even convert hot gay men to my cause, put their dirty minds to good use. But men who only love their own cocks need not apply. The very kinky are welcome to teach my sordid cunt some new levels of pleasure.

Hard or soft? Fast or slow? I don’t care, as long as you keep the pressure on the g-spot all night long. And when I am slick and sweating and primed for pleasure, you can slide that long cock of yours inside and rock me ’til I cum, ’til you capsize in my seas, ’til you whisper like a child or howl like a dog. I want what you’ve got.

Sex. Love. Lust. Fucking. Sucking. Any position, any time. Do me, sexy. With your lips, your cock, your vibrator, your fingers. Lick my cream filling. Dunk me like an oreo. Moan as you eat me, like a delicious morsel. Hum as you suck me back, a cool drink to quench your thirst. Your parched lips are drawn to my deep waters. Slake your thirst in the river between my thighs. Immerse yourself.

Now slide. Hands over my body, mouth over cunt, cock into cunt. Connect. Slip. Squeeze. Twist. Moan. Grind. Thrust. Catch your breath and scream. Pulse. Pound. Screw. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

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Based in New York City, Parah Salin is unreachable to the sorry likes of you. She has been forcibly removed from photo shoots at Vanity Fair, Rolling Stone and Vogue for licking the models. Internally. Food porn was her first love, but after deciding Martha Stewart was a fascist cunt, she turned to sex writing to satisfy her deepest, itchiest, burning desires. She sincerely believes that Sarah Palin is misusing her own name for personal gain. Enjoy her screeds while you still can.

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