dripping froth

I stared into her pussy, admiring hard the delicate folds of glistening pink and the golden mane of tight curls, envying the fiery nub she frantically twirled in her self-knowing fingers. My mouth watered to watch the dripping froth stirred from the dark of this pretty girl’s sex, madly hungered to touch her cunt spread inviting before me, paradise waiting a mere few feet away.

Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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