Princess

The poet passionately peels the panties from his princess’ perfumed pussy. He lowers his lips and luxuriantly licks where lace had lately lightly lain. Her legs spread slightly as she sits, seeking the strong satisfaction of his sensual sucking. Her pussy pulses as he sniffs her sweet and scented slit. His fingers find her fervent fertile furrow for further feeling fun. She bares her big beautiful breasts, providing the poet with plentiful places to please his princess. The poet proclaims his profound passion and proceeds in his pursuit of pleasuring his princess. His hands hold and hug her from hips to head. His tongue torridly travels her totally. She slowly slips to the floor, spreading wide, waiting for wondrous warm work within her wet womanhood. His mouth measures her moistness, his fingers feel her flow. He pushes his powerful probe in, penetrating her pulsing passion. His hard, hot heaving hastens their hearts, her hearth heated by his hammer; providing penultimate pleasure for princess and poet. Fond friction and robust rubbing results in rosy romantic release. They slip into satiated slumber, joined in joy, legs locked, heads held to hearts.