God, please, I love him. I want him in between my legs, munching, fucking me. I'd like how he wouldn't go straight for my clit, wanting to get me off in a hurry so he could do him, but started slow. First he would take my lift lip in his mouth and suck on it, then he would take my right lip in his mouth and suck on it. Then he would take both his hands, compress everything together and suck...then he heads to my mons and licks and kisses my flesh about two dozen times. Then he goes a few degrees down and starts to suck on my clit. Umm, see, you can't just go for the clit, you've got to warm her up. First, foreplay on her face and body, then foreplay and teasing on her pussy. Wait, why am I telling this to other people? No, no! I want Jeff to do all that to me! Jeff, can you come down, please? Can you come down and play with me? I love you! Jeff, I was thinking I wish I could call the prison and speak to you. I want to speak to you! I want to hear your voice! How animated is your voice now? I want to hear! God, I want to hear Jeff speak. God, I just love him! God, he's the peanut butter and I'm the strawberry jam. Smear us together and we'll make a delicious treat for any kid to enjoy. A KID WHO UNDERSTOOD WHAT REAL LOVE WAS ALL ABOUT , just as I knew when I was young and wanted it for myself. I wonder, did Jeff know what real love was at six or seven? Or did he just start thinking about the sex when he hit puberty? Was he really after sex or love and acceptance? I think he had no time for that female type of stuff, that he just wanted to screw the most guys possible. That's how men are. Hey, they've done it to me. DAMN RETARDS! Jeff, I'm glad you're not a human being any more. I'm glad you don't think like a red meat eating, ball scratching caveman anymore. Now if God could just pair me up with you, everything would be fine. God, I think he's perfect. I know he is. He IS perfect, just like you. I can't believe he is. Down here he was always messing up. God, I love him. God, I do. Would he want to get to know this fat girl any better or would he be repulsed by my size? I think he wouldn't mind, as long as I gave him every pound of love that was in my soul. Then he'd love who I was physically. Or is it the other way around? Yes, for men it's beauty first, then whatever else that comes second. STUPID ASSHOLES! Now I'll never get a man! God, I just love him. You have got to know. You have got to understand. I love him! God, please. I love him. God, my heart and my soul are devoted to him. I care. I understand. I love. With my baby Jeff, that's all that matters.
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