Nasty yet shes classy!

I wanted a man who could have sex with my soul & taste my thought process while I read books to him topless to intrigue his inner being! A man who could unravel riddles with his tounge as he listened to my moans that spoke intelligence. A man whos voice matched ever stroke of wisdom & where the size of his never mattered because i never put thought to that ever being an issue. I only acknowledged how big his heart was! How each time he spoke my insides throbbed for more & so I.... moaned; Dripping wet waiting for him to come with something so powerful that makes my soul speak in tounges! Oh I loved fantasizing about him giving me head... more knowledge, more knowledge! Because the way his brain worked drove me insaine. With every muscle in my body he was the artery that rivers my blood flow from the top to the bottom & with no direction needed; his tounge touched every organ hitting spots in my system that were systematically developed by a creater much greater. He was a man who was sincere, his voice was so rare that it would linger from months to years constantly in my ear. Damn do i feel blessed that he is able to rest easily upon my breast, that there was never a question of confusion when choosing between him or whos next.... see that was only the test & it was clearly evident the first day that we met. This is the part he loves about me! Intellectual, spiritual, sexy & I know how to be a little nasty & still keep it classy. Lady Nya the Queen 👑