Putain, Salope - Slut

Onscreen I see you now.
A distant memory of a love that was.

Eyes wide open, fixed upon the lens,
Your face contorts into a snarl,
Your upper lip now curled above the teeth.

Between your open legs,
Your hirstute slit slides up and down the chrome vibrator,
Leaving a creamy residue.

The camera moves in closer,
As your hungry cunt devours the silver dildo, engulfing it,
Then charts a path toward your breasts
Where first one nipple, then the other is tightly squeezed between forefinger and thumb,
Stretching each in turn to dark brown swollen fullness.
You tweak and stretch them hard,
Sucking in air through clenched teeth.

Adorned in belt and stockings,
Eternal symbol of the bedroom slut.
Eyes fixed upon the camera lens,
You reach out with your tongue
To lick the passing air.

The hand held standing cock is rubbed against your cheek.
Your tongue laps at it.
Now at your nipple, its swollen tip is rubbed against your breast.
Your smile once more contorts, as you encircle hot hard meat with
Delicate fingers and begin to frig its length.
The dildo thrusts in rhythm to your strokes,
Your cunt arched upward to receive its form.

Your sighs increase, betraying imminent release.
The stiff cock twitches in your hand.
As you expire through bitten lip, a shower of seed explodes into the
Air, and comes to rest upon your face, your neck, your breasts.

Then as you relax, your right hand harvests pearly substance from your breast
And smears it slowly down between your legs.
You turn once more to face the lens and smile,
Waving a greeting with your tongue.

The French say 'putain' or 'salope'.

I say Slut