Sensations...

 Welcome daddie… you do like it when I call you daddie… right? Make yourself at home… we may be here a while papa bear…

Here you go…. Just for you… Dutchie filled with the color of royalty… the purplest of passion always gets you right… I know what you like

Loving looks… must you always be so fucking darling… that smile that instigates the moisture that seeps through the thin fabric covering my yoni… Victoria that bitch could never keep a secret around that Chesire cat grin… you conceited bastard!... I love it… so much wetness

I love you… I can say it… you have heard it all before… there has to be some higher form of expression of my love for you… hard core, pound fucking wouldn’t suffice… Jenna Jameson can’t love ALL of her costars… I could throw that super soaker pussy on you… that would be ordinary… you’re not an ordinary nigga and I, my dear, am and extraordinary bitch….

Ralph Lauren around your waist… tailored to your “skinny nigga” physique… by the way, red is your color… your skin a magnetic force field for my tongue… if I see Ralph I will personally thank that nigga… but for now, let’s get you comfortable… love has no barriers… nudity is next to godliness… I kinda really just want to get you naked…

Sitting is cool… wish we were in that purple Camaro… the shifts in the road always make for more fun… fuck it... STAND UP… I like to be face to face with magnificence… I am a lucky girl… you stand, I will kneel… leave the lights on… lighting is a vital component of this a performance… I am good at what I do and I require all your senses to recognize my greatness….

Sight… the sight of you makes me tingle in every nook and cranny that I have been blessed with… the most splendid architectural creation of God himself… as if he choose his finest clay and molded you with the love of an artist painting his everlasting imprint on the Sistine Chapel… I sit and marvel at your excellence… craving to touch that skin that’s complimented so well by the color red… that smile triggering hidden tsunamis of desire… look at you!

 Touch is essential… no hands of course…my tongue has been trained to accomplish this mission single-handedly… amateurs rely on hand play... I am skilled and proficient at loving you… no hands…

Your scent is sensational… the sweet oil of Olay aroma of your lingam heightens my libido… these purple panties have lost the battle of containing the flood of passion that oozes down my thighs, escaping the warmness of my pussy… your pussy… I am yours daddie… look at you grinning when I call you daddie… damn you smell good….

Please say my name again… your voice that of a seraph… “Viola”… you need not utter anything more than the appellation that my mother has bestowed on me… I’ve always believed you to be the male version of the infamous Siren spoken of in Greek mythology… the sound of your voice enchanting me until my thoughts are clouded with your essence… say my name… please… I said please… daddie…

Finally… just as I am on the verge of madness… my taste buds are filled with the extract of the sweetest dick my palate has ever tasted… your dick potion has me entranced…  I must have more… i ravish you for what seems like forever... yet, not long enough… hours of sucking as if my life depended on it… it does… I will die if I am not filled with your juices… I suck, nibble, lick, love your dick as if to avoid an untimely demise… hard work pays off and you reward me… the tonic for eternal life gushes out of your dick, acknowledging my act of love… thank you… DADDIE!…. At that moment I know ecstasy … lost in the triangle of Bermuda in a boat painted with bliss… my greed overpowering… I will not stop sucking until I have it all…. I drink you to the very last drop… you make my skin glow…

~Viola Monroe