Narcissus Oil

I do not even hope, my beautiful friend, to be able to have sex with you one day; I will never have your small and hard breasts, your admirably designed mouth, your cozy belly, your firm and inviting buttocks. A gift I ask you, that can alleviate the painful excitement that invades my body and thoughts coming from you: let me smear with narcissus oil your cured feet; and then with my tongue let me slide on the silk skin of their plant and between the perfect fingers; let me linger in their folds until they drip of my saliva. I will settle for this; just hoping that even your pussy, as well as my cock, can strongly feel the bites of desire.