Ode to a Cyber Queen

My darling, my darling, my cyber-sex Queen,
Where on earth has your pussy just been?
You sat on my face; your cunt was so wet,
Your juices flowed out as if from a jet.

You told me that you had just used your vibrator,
You said without me you could not save till later.
You kept it switched on even inside your knicks.
They got wetter and wetter – it gave you great kicks.

Then I came along and your knickers I felt.
I took your vibrator to see how it smelt.
You stood legs astride me and dripped on my face.
My mouth opened wide so as each drop to chase.

You squatted down on me, cunt to my lips,
Your wetness appeared to be much more than drips.
You’re juices were running quite freely and runny,
I wanted to drink them right down to my tummy.

It poured out in torrents, I couldn’t drink all,
Some spilled from my mouth on the floor of the hall.
You laughed as you did this, you felt quite a thrill
As you squirted and squirted to give me a fill.

But when you had finished we went “sixty-nine”,
You made me quite hard as you said, “This is mine.
I’ve waited for ages your cock for to suck.
Now cum in my mouth, and then we’ll have a fuck.”

I managed to cum just a little because
I was saving the rest for your cunt, not your jaws,
So that when had both you legs wide like a hussy
I was able to fill you right up in your pussy.

I miss you a lot, though, my darling sweet maid,
If only because of the link-up we’ve made
For cyber-sex often. Your image I thank
As I picture your face every time that I wank.