You want my arse on your face and no air is what you want.

Fuck this, it's moving too slowly, it's hardly had a queer incantation so far.So fuck this, I'm going. I am thinking about you. I will make you up.

You give me your throbbing cunt - so empty and so fully full simultaneously. Throbbing; remembering. Fuck it, let's have more! More cunts! There are five cunts all around, five wonderful monsters! and I might just be allowed to fuck one of them with this silicone beacon.

Come here my slut. No you, no I.

“Come.  Give me a kiss," you say.

One of them. 

“I want you," you say.

Another of them.

And I say, I say,  that's it.

They come and ravish me by pressing the wet black tool in my clammy inside themselves.

They all have their tongues on me. And my cunt is going crazy. Hot, hot, and dizzy. My hips want to come foward, and then they come back, they strain for the best possible presentation of my clitoris.

I'm slapping at doggie tongues outstretched, with my cruel flat hand. I'm grabbing pretty arse-cheeks and spreading them so that I can stick my face in.

I close my eyes and drink everything in. Who? Who?