Passion for Wicked Distractions

Sweet Honey Love

Passion for Wicked Distractions

Umm, the lust I have for a man’s beard
A fetish that creams my pussy, to me not deemed weird
In public I try to deny the urge
Eye contact, now in your bed, my unleashed desires I hungrily purge

If you have a beard or mustache than you’re my fallen guy
I cannot stop this obsession or I refuse to deny
The longer your beard, the better
My pussy juices hanging off like icicles makes me even wetter

Feel so good when your face is between my thighs
Whiskers and the hair strains, marring me, while lapping at my carnal surprise
Pussy getting excited on the verge of a thrusting uprise

No medicine found for this
Your beard is a ticket for your dick to punish my slit
A pass for your face to bathe in pussy juices as you’re lapping at my clit
Have seen a specialist for this
Peeped his package upon entrance...umm, what a long and hard dick
My pussy wet thinking about how he steers his stick

Speaking to me, yet palming his beard
Gapped my legs open on his couch, his beard, my pussy juices did smear
Sat on Santa’s lap and confessed my sins of being naughty
Red suit came off, as he whispered in my ear, I was a Caribbean hottie
Security called and closed down the mall
After hearing Santa’s echoing grunts and serenading calls
I got a hard dick ride for a present, after I licked his ass and gently kissed over his balls
What could I do, where could I find help
One beard, two beards, dick in my ass, mouth coveting the other, tonsils met

Oh God it feel so damn good to have a man’s beard slimming up and down my soft skin
His lips capturing mine, sniffing the essence of me, his wicked edible sin
The feeling exciting me as his tongue slides down my back
Has my body trembling, awaiting a bearded lick and a drooling snack

If you have a beard, oh God, please just stay away
Uncontrolled lust takes over my sanity anytime or any day

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