It's Good to be the Boss

glistening lips
wet, warm, inviting
ripe for the plucking,
sucking, and biting

dripping with anticipation
brought to life by masturbation
fingered lips begin to swell
as creamy crack begins to gel

rubbing circles round and round
against her palm her pussy ground
parting folds with fingertips
inside her slit a finger dips

twisting, twirling, pumping too
coating it with girlie-goo
she brings it to her lips to taste
not a drop of nectar does she waste

caressing breasts with her free hand
cool stroke of nipple with wedding band
sends shivers through her, head to toe
no longer wanting to take it slow

she parts her legs, bends her knees
PC muscles begin to squeeze
hips buck upward to meet her palm
rubbing lips with gooey balm

now two fingers plunge deep inside
pumping, humping, she starts to ride
searching for her "G"ruvy spot
her flesh is searing, burning, hot

thrashing head from side to side
her thighs, once clamped, now spread wide
fingertips rub with wild abandon
nips and pleasure-dome worked in tandem

she quivers, quakes, curling toes
spasms, squeals, sweet afterglow
panting, moaning with delight
a spread, spent woman, what a beautiful sight

no need to worry about being late for work
the day is all hers, she starts to smirk
as her fingers strum through her moist, matted, moss
she thinks to herself "It's good to be the boss"