I Want My BFF

I hardly touch this diary but damn, Giselle Amore got me acting up. That girl’s been on my mind nonstop and I’m dying to say it out loud instead of scribbling in secret ink. She keeps ranting about her lousy boyfriend and all I want to tell her is ditch him and climb on me. Well today she’s dropping by and I’m all in. The second she walks through the door I’ll strip her slow, cup those soft heavy tits, roll each nipple on my tongue until they perk nice and hard. Then I’ll drop lower, spread her thighs, and bury my mouth right on her warm, slick pussy. I’ll lap every drop of juice she gives me, flicking and sucking until her legs shake. When she catches her breath she’ll flip me onto my back and return the favor, tongue diving deep, lips sealed around my clit, drinking me down like she’s parched. We’ll trade places all afternoon, legs tangled, mouths shiny, hips rolling in rhythm until the sheets smell like nothing but sex and sweat.