I ψanna sit on someone's face like a chair.
what a wa7 to go
I'd let em come up for air.
Hello
i am available for facesitting.
Orcaaaay, I'll hit you up later then 3;)
o7.
There are forbidden and profane words in my lexicon that I have derived from several archaic texts. The mirrored mere utterance is enough to disrupt the structural integrity of the fabric of reality. The way there is nothing that could stop me from fingering through them like an itemized list with that callipygian set of haunches on my face, there exists no polite company euphemism. I want to drown in it so long I either evolve gills or die trying. I want my view of all visible light entirely obstructed. I want to have your cake and eat it too.
You can mutter forbidden and profane ψords from under me if you'd like.
They would be distressingly muffled, but only on the grounds that I much prefer to run my mouth against another than about one such. At least in polite company. Always a charitably verbose gossipmonger when the situation calls for a piping hot pint of tea on someone. But I don’t mind ducking behind discrete sheets if so desired for an empire displacer, even if strictly copulating for the conversation. You seem rivetingly storied. I want to pore over you. Er. Under, actually.
Oh, you're pike, really cute. ψell, if you have time, Miss Lalonde, I ψould loooove to have your mouth run against mine. And various, and of course, the original intention of the post is also ψhat I ψanna do.