Call Me Cantaloupe Poem type Story
The Juicy press is ringing.My cantaloupe is waiting he is anticipating. The call comes through I am whip cream fruit.The phone doesn’t stop ringing. I am getting more juicier he wants me can’t wait to ripen her. How his hands lead down her to weather hot cold so bold sadistic to bruise her. The cantaloupe laid out wet sexy as hell.Who would want forbidden fruit his lips will tell. He wants to juice her dripping to seduce her. The phone was ripe as can be sex call came threesome deep in he’s slicing the passion fruit.She says juice me with smile sin drip on me just don’t call me. I don’t need distractions. I am the cantaloupe. With plenty of reaction. Don’t play me you won’t beat me. How I climax with erotically juicy lips …