It's you. By an act of fate, you are here in front of me. I am in awe of your body, and I admire you from a short distance, speechless and unable to form words. My eyes travel leisurely over the full picture that is you. Beautiful, thick, dark hair. Broad shoulders. Arms chiseled, yet inviting a warm embrace that will inevitably end too quickly.
Midsection is solid, intentional, set beautifully over the perfect ass: easy to watch as you walk away, stopping traffic and stealing glances wherever you go. Your legs are powerful, shapely, with a confident and purposeful stride. Your face is a work of art. Deep black eyes accenting high cheeks that frame your gorgeous smile, eyes alive with the heat that emanates from you. You are art that only gets better with time.
My mind wanders to a private place where we can spend all the time we need without the constraints of schedules or subtlety. Time has stopped. I admire your cuts, angles and curves at close range, tracing a line across your shoulders, down your arms, around your waist; encircling your beautiful ass, kneading it with my hands and forcing myself to pull away. I set my sights on what I now know is the most beautiful dick I've ever seen or held. Clean shaven, showing full shaft and balls so enticing I can't wait to get my mouth around them.
I'm wet now, pussy lips quivering, waiting their turn to entertain this gorgeous dick in front of me. I lick my lips, tongue reaching out tentatively, waiting for a sign from you to move in closer. Your dick is straining against your body, seeming to pull your hips towards me and your dick directly into my mouth. The first lick explores, my tongue flicking over the tip, down one side of the shaft, and gently brushing over your balls. You taste so good and I want to devour you. I lick my way back to the tip of your dick, lightly probing for cum, determined to taste your sweet juice, swallowing every drop.