ING's

 








Longing, yearning, searching, listening

Hearing, seeing, feeling, tasting, smelling

Pulsating, tingling, vibrating, touching

Stroking, sucking, licking, kissing

Grinding, sliding, pausing, resuming

Moaning, screaming, squeezing, pounding

And cumming, cumming, cumming

Smiling, massaging, kissing, holding

Sleeping, dreaming, wishing, longing

REPEAT

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