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Click hereWaves of pleasure
wash over me.
I grind my wet pussy
against your mouth.
You lap up my juices,
as I grab at my tits,
pinching and pulling
on my hard, erect nipples.
I pull you up to me
and we kiss,
I love the taste of my pussy
on your mouth.
I spread my legs wider
beneath you.
Your cock rests against
my throbbing wetness.
I move my hips,
rubbing your cock in my slit.
my hand around your cock,
guiding into my pussy.
Slowly sliding it in,
I raise up against you.
Pussy muscles grabbing your cock,
seemingly pulling your hardness inside.
Your cock makes wet sucking noises,
as you thrust harder.
Our bodies slap together,
as I grind my clit against you.
I reach down
and push your balls into my wetness.
You take my nipple into your mouth,
pulling on it with your lips.
Your hips are jerking
and your cum floods me.
My pussy convulses around your cock,
milking it.
You collapse on top of me,
burying your face in my tits.
Your cock soaking in my pussy
squeezing and releasing.
True! All poems do not necessarily rhyme. Those who think they must rhyme have little education in such matters.
I thought it flowed very well,but what do I know, except I enjoyed it.