it's a Saturday afternoon
sound of a lawn mower
fills the air
I brush his cheek
the scratch of whisker stubble
along my knuckles
the taste of his beer as I kiss him
he's at his ease
in the oversized easy chair
he's long, thick and towering
his hands on my hips
he guides me down
a little lube eases the fit
I ease down over
his long and thick
he reaches around me
gets a firm grip
on my firm stick
motion shared movement
his hand moving
along my firm stick
me moving
surrounding
his long and thick
filling me
slow languorous movement
strong vigorous movement
moving toward
mutual pleasure
moving toward
each others climax
moving toward
symbiotic orgasmic satisfaction
later
together
spent
hot sweaty
sticky
breathless
at my ease
draped over his lap
as we trade a few
post sexual kisses
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