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Click hereHer glasses denote
An active intellect smote
With wicked sentient
Smoldering pent
Dark Emerald ingots
Peering over and atop
Surprised I glanced
At her Striped blouse Enhanced
By obvious curves contained
Pushed up and restrained
Red full vermilion lips
Pout perplexed and lick
I offer a courteous assist
As her business black skirt persists
In sliding up her creamy thigh
When she emits a frustrated sigh
Pushes her chair back
And groans a surrendering crack
She arises and bends
Waist deep and pretends
To not notice my hungry gaze
At her Ivory globes displayed
Through black gossamer lace
Silhouetted to my eyes a blaze
Purse in hand she struts clamoring
Hips quivering globes dancing
She gestures succulent lips pursed
And accepts my aid earnestly terse
My manhood hopelessly stiff
I follow her Pied Piper swift
In the elevator she strode
In impatient mode
I lock step can't wait
She smiles at my swollen state
Her smell elevator swells
As she leans against me compelled
Her half moon ivory globes pressed
Against my stiff shaft compressed
Points to her neck and dares
Kiss me here if you are prepared
My face flushed I comply
My blood racing I kiss and try
She grinds me in return
Her pouty bottom lip spurns
My approach and instead
Her graceful long neck is ahead
I kiss and caress her there
And a slow animal moan is shared
Cup my cheeks if you care
I slide her tight skirt and stare
At perfect ivory globes that await
My hands fingers long as staves
I cup each one with a firm touch
She moans her full lips puff
She reaches for the elevator stop
And ceases its motion with a pop
Her head thrown back and eyes wide
Her ivory creamy full thighs
Quiver with pleasure and expectation
I slide down her lacy salutation
I smack each half moon firm
Her rosebud is opening ass a burn
As she leans to allow my full view
I lick three long fingers and slide two
Against her glistening slit and inside
And the other her rosebud aside
She impales herself eyes wild
And squirms with loud cries
I moan this ass is made to fuck
And she cries god please and bucks
I slide fingers out and replace
My rigid swollen shaft in their place
She directs my mushroom purple head
To her expanding bud channel stead
I push against her sphincter slow
Her cries loud and impatient tone
She caresses her slit in kind
As I push my length complete align
Together our cries and animal lust
Cum together with each thrust
I fill her rose channel full
Dripping down her slit's spasming pull
Her hips quake and shudder a burn
Orgasmic volcano churns