Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
An old song came on the radio while I was cleaning up the kitchen, and it got me thinking. I do want a man with a slow hand. These days everything is rush, rush, rush! Two-day shipping because no one can stand to wait on anything.
Girls meet a guy, and that same night she’ll be sucking his dick off. Hell, sometimes a fast girl can’t even wait till they leave the bar, and she’ll be bent over for him in the public restroom fifteen minutes after he buys her that first drink. I miss the old way of doing things. I want a man to woo me into submission. A man who’ll spend some time getting to know what touches I really yearn for.
A Slow Hand
In the song, she talks about needing a man who’ll agree to love her all night. How she hopes he’ll say that’s alright. When, as sexual vixens, did we women start accepting less than all night love-making sessions? I’ve never encouraged a man to finish in a heated rush.
I think it’s past time we take it back. She says, “Don’t say a word, cus I already heard what your body was saying to mine.” Touch, taste, take your time to explore all of my tender curves and soft folds. Isn’t that the beauty of being with a woman in the first place?
Our bodies are so delicate, and something you horny fucks should be savoring. So tell me, are you capable of touching me with a slow hand?
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270