Celebrate New Years in different time zones....
Bring it in with a bang
At midnight Eastern Time, as the countdown begins in Times Square, you can open me up wide and take your tongue around my clock, bite my clit and make the juices come. As you salivate, the "count" is going down and by the time your tongue completes the wet, hot, juicy licks and nibbles around the circles of both inner lips, I'll be ready for your hard, sticky dick to drop into my twelve o' clock.
Our celebration has just begun. At midnight Central Standard Time, you'll begin to explore my back to massage and kiss it from the hairline down. And then you'll wet your fingers with the cream from my dripping pussy, draw a clock on my back, and place your twelve o' clock at the spot you most desire. And because this is the place I know you've longed to call home, I'll turn my ass up to meet your thrust.
For Mountain Time, we can go back around the clock. But let us begin with a bath for two. A tub filled with oils and soaps to wash and scrub our bodies in preparation for our next celebration of love. To spend this hour in the water is just what I want, to spend each second touching and rubbing every inch of you. As we stand and turn the shower on to let the water hit my back, as I kiss and caress every inch of your dark brown body smelling like the peppermint oil and glistening from the rubbing and scrubbing of the oils which have penetrated your skin, as I taste and nibble at your breast, Ill take your long, thick, black rod in my hand to knead and push your foreskin back and forth until it's seconds before midnight. As I travel down your erect torso with kisses and bites to your sides, across your stomach and down to your valley of black and kinky hair, I'll prepare to take you deep into my mouth at twelve midnight, Mountain Time.
And as we go around the clock to reach Pacific Time, I'll continue to suck and suck until you start to run along the sides of my mouth and my pussy is oozing with juices so wet, so ready for that last few minutes when you'll take that hard, strong and ever so powerful rod and enter me slowly, going around and around, then touching each side with deep hard thrusts, finally penetrating so deep that it hurts, but I will still tell you to ride me anyway because I can't get enough of it.
As our celebration comes to an end, you decide that our last moment of passion will occur with you fucking me from the back. And as the clock strikes 3a.m. your long, hard dick is exploring the inner reaches of my tunnel of love, seemingly carving out brand new paths and going across oceans I never knew you could cross, but the more you travel to these places that I thought no man was ever meant to go, I'll relax and eagerly await each moment of the new year.
~ Author Anonymous ~
Bring it in with a bang
At midnight Eastern Time, as the countdown begins in Times Square, you can open me up wide and take your tongue around my clock, bite my clit and make the juices come. As you salivate, the "count" is going down and by the time your tongue completes the wet, hot, juicy licks and nibbles around the circles of both inner lips, I'll be ready for your hard, sticky dick to drop into my twelve o' clock.
Our celebration has just begun. At midnight Central Standard Time, you'll begin to explore my back to massage and kiss it from the hairline down. And then you'll wet your fingers with the cream from my dripping pussy, draw a clock on my back, and place your twelve o' clock at the spot you most desire. And because this is the place I know you've longed to call home, I'll turn my ass up to meet your thrust.
For Mountain Time, we can go back around the clock. But let us begin with a bath for two. A tub filled with oils and soaps to wash and scrub our bodies in preparation for our next celebration of love. To spend this hour in the water is just what I want, to spend each second touching and rubbing every inch of you. As we stand and turn the shower on to let the water hit my back, as I kiss and caress every inch of your dark brown body smelling like the peppermint oil and glistening from the rubbing and scrubbing of the oils which have penetrated your skin, as I taste and nibble at your breast, Ill take your long, thick, black rod in my hand to knead and push your foreskin back and forth until it's seconds before midnight. As I travel down your erect torso with kisses and bites to your sides, across your stomach and down to your valley of black and kinky hair, I'll prepare to take you deep into my mouth at twelve midnight, Mountain Time.
And as we go around the clock to reach Pacific Time, I'll continue to suck and suck until you start to run along the sides of my mouth and my pussy is oozing with juices so wet, so ready for that last few minutes when you'll take that hard, strong and ever so powerful rod and enter me slowly, going around and around, then touching each side with deep hard thrusts, finally penetrating so deep that it hurts, but I will still tell you to ride me anyway because I can't get enough of it.
As our celebration comes to an end, you decide that our last moment of passion will occur with you fucking me from the back. And as the clock strikes 3a.m. your long, hard dick is exploring the inner reaches of my tunnel of love, seemingly carving out brand new paths and going across oceans I never knew you could cross, but the more you travel to these places that I thought no man was ever meant to go, I'll relax and eagerly await each moment of the new year.
~ Author Anonymous ~
you know where i come from yes. 
Trinidad?
Women can be so predictable. Yes? 
