Miss the Dixk

I miss the dixk.I miss you in it. Slap my ass, talk trash, whisper in my ear. Tell me I'm yours and I want fear. Hear hear your thrust. Choking me with trust. Far from lust. Far from love. I'm not yours. Looking in my eyes like a surprise prize, eating the puxxy up that is a perfect size. Bite my lips, pull my hips. Pin me against the wall across from the hall. Hold me tight for I want fall. Stand tall. Give me head, not in the bed. Wood floors, open doors. Music playing, loud screams, puxxy wet, full of cream. Dreams don't exist, real sex full of bliss. Stand still while I climb on top, flop on the dixk like a loose mop. Bald but tight, tight enough to put up a fight. All night?