Before the Little Wife Comes Home

Oh, yes, mount me,
but don’t you dare,
don’t you dare count me.
I never said I was a lady.

I’m your little something on the side,
your dish,
your sweet little thing,
your piece of ass.
You like it?
I like it.

Yes, yes, I’ll spread them wider.
You live for parted legs
and I live for when you give it to me.
Can you feel my wetness?

No, oh no, it doesn’t make me any wiser.
I never learn,
I can only think of the hardened pole,
and all the satisfaction it brings to me.
That tightening of your pants,
the panting of your mouth.
Your cock penetrates my sex,
it penetrates my soul with all it’s sexuality.

Yes, yes, hump me,
give it to me without apology.
Harder now, faster now,
before your little wife comes home.

Oh, your cock,
it splits me in two.
It spreads the rose petals
like a red, wet flower,
hugging you, sucking you in.

Oh, but hurry, quick,
before she comes home.
Make your cock spurt.
Yes, yes, fast like that.
Let our sweat mate,
just like we are.
Let our bodies melt,
like our hearts and hormones are.
Hurry, before she turns the key,
and finds you naked in bed with me.