Wet Walls by r.h. Sin (intro)

can we pause for a second and thank the heavens for angels with strong wings and soft skin. inner thighs like pillows, legs that bow like oval shapes, wrapped around my face like blind folds made of silk. i stopped wishing for moments like this, the very moment you allowed me to live it, completely, explicitly. your openness as wide as your spread eagle. your wet walls like the insides of our mouths. warm and waiting, i've been anticipating you just as much you've been wanting me...

to be continued...