Dripping Wet

Dripping Wet

Sitting alone, waiting to meet you
I see you across the room, making your way to me
Our gazes meet, I glance slightly away and try to hide
That just the sight of you makes me wet.

You sit down and touch my hand,
I begin to tremble, the food is forgotten.
You clasp my shoulder and we begin to stand
Again I meet your eyes and I see the lust shining there
Oh, Jeez, I'm getting soaking wet.

We head upstairs, in the elevator.
We turn to each other and can refuse no longer.
We come together with a crash of lips
We find that perfect fit, hip to hip
You fuck my mouth with your mouth
Oh, Chris baby, come on just fuck me,
I am dripping wet.

We are in the hall, trying to make it to our room
Damn, of course the door is locked and we cannot wait
I am in a fever pitch, my skirt up to my waist
You murmuring in my ear about just a taste
My thong is ripped off, laid to waste, left on the floor in our haste
You have just slid in and the door finally opens
We make it to the floor, with the door still slightly cracked open
My screams can be heard throughout the area
You cannot imagine, just how wet it really can get
As we shakily stand and try to make it to the bed
You look down at my juices flowing down my legs
You make me so hot and I just can't help it
I sloppy, soaking wet.

We make it as far as the wall until you grab my waist
It just slides right in, oh, God, the pressure
You reach around to my tits and clit
I reach down to feel the split, feel you thrust as we both groan
My head rams into the wall, you grab my hair and yank me back
You bite my neck, devour my mouth
Watch my eyes, glazed over with lust as they role back,
I get even tighter, so tight, you almost can't fit
But baby, oh, don't you stop
I'm soaking wet and I am coming

Oh no, where am I now....
I am home
In my blue chair,
My imagination is hell
I better cross my legs because, oh baby,
I am so soaking wet