Sometimes I wonder if that is the thought you have when you curl up the sides of your mouth and give me a shot of that grin.
Beach Boys have nothing on your Smiley Smile. There’s a lot I am weak for, but a smile is up there near the top. It’s an honest look into her soul. Nobody can fake the depth of a smile. Only version better is a laugh.
So smile Kitty Cat, when I enter the room. Smile. When I pull your hair in the kitchen. Smile. When I let go. Smile, when I squeeze your little ass.
And yes, smile when you are on your knees, staring right up at me, my dick pressed right up against your lips. Grin that grin.
Smile. Look me in the eyes and smile. When you feel that void between your legs filled up with me. My hard version inside you.
And when I pull out and drag you off the bed by the hair onto your knees with vigor, I need to see that smile in anticipation. When I paint your pretty little face with my seed. Look up at me. And…
Smile. I kinda need to see you smile.