Hither Grind

You need to join me
Slathered juice insertion fingers granted to tongue
The more to gather the harder the core sensations
Tingle
Just touch and dig painted nails my length
Makes the ass flesh rippled iron bars
And the solid sac stretched to the searing grunt
Clinch both your fists to froth my girder
Fly the beam strain the gorging cap
I scream to your toothed teasing and throaty gaggle
That trough is heated oblivion
Your face a furrowed field blossomed red
And you yank my neck and heaving I slap your pulpy lips
A tidal bore heats and salts your throat
Floods that grimace
Glues our sex
Finally.