| Deep Throat |
Jul 4, 2008 2:07 pm
Mood: horny, 167 Views |  | Creamy blast of lotion upon my skin you smile,
all rights now claimed by you, while you tuck me in.
I moan with such delight, as you caress awhile,
be careful not to go too low…your hands my sin.
Keep me close to orgasm, but don’t let me go.
We entertain each other, till we fill with lust.
Teasingly we get almost there, your fingers slow,
Oh just about there, mouth traveling fast, a must.
Ecstasy at the tip of my lips, as he drinks,
I feed off his manhood the drizzle of passion.
Frustrated he sinks his teeth, deeper then he thinks,
so I grip the satin sheets, in heated fashion.
Licking my nectar as I deep throat his manhood,
its obvious the intention of our foreplay.
Vigorous heat, sweating bodies, feast understood,
to engage in sweet pleasuring, will smooth the day.
Your hands are now spreading opening me so wide,
then our bodies met in a most erotic forte,
urgent throbbing within my well…”CUMMING” I cried. |
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| Within the Fire |
Jul 4, 2008 11:42 am
Mood: flirtatious, 126 Views |  |
Come kiss my lips
grind your hips
show me what you got!
Tighten grips
around my tits
make me nice and hot!
Grip your stick
and give a lick
give my man a gift
up and down
all around
I'll tell you
when to shift,
Horny make me wet
in position we are set
upon the sheets we feel
the heat where passion
has been met!
Your eager fingers,
my petals spread,
feeling lingers
then I use my
tongue instead
around the head.
Nectar drips
on fingertips
you found the lucky pot!
Passion rips
upon your ship
desire owns the lot!
Your sword in hand
You make your stand
and slide within my cave
thrusting deep,
your heart to keep
and your love to save
Horny make me wet
in position we are set
upon the sheets
we feel the heat
where passion has been met!
Desire takes over
my passion aflame
you surrender
and moan my name
explosion tender
comes at last
we shudder
in the afterblast
Within the fire
we play the game
and lovers set the flame
High and low its not the same
Beauty has no shame
The fire is hot
we're not to blame
when passion calls
I answer.
for when he calls,
I can't resist
this hot
entrancer
Come kiss my lips
grind your hips
show me what you got! |
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