What A Piehole

I was fascinated with his mouth. For a manly man, his lips were sensually lush and full. When I focused on his kisser, I was able to overlook all of the other screaming shortcomings. Mermorized, I would listen to countless hours of rederick just to be able to loose myself in those plump orbs. When he ate, I longed to lean across the table and use my tongue to wipe any miscreant crumbs that had fallen on them. The whine of my nerve endings from want of their touch was excruciating. Crying shame that boy never reaally knew what to do with them.