The lights are low again
It seems to be the norm
We meet on the sofa
And check out each other’s form
My hands glide gently
Over each and every curve
Of your luscious firm body
This really must be lurve
Our tongues are entwined
I feel your hands grip
Firm and in control
As you release my prick
We moan together as,
Our clothes fall to the floor
Our naked bodies move,
Our hands explore some more
My hands find your breasts
Fondling each one well
Holding and squeezing
As I feel the nipples swell
My mouth clamps on,
To the cherry topped cone
You eyes close tight
I take a bit of each one
Your fingers reach down
To grip my throbbing cock
I lick and sick each tit
As you start to rock
I find your wet pussy
And slide a finger in
You start to wank me
The real fun can begin
I grab your arse
And lift you up
You spread your legs
And sit on my cock
We become a machine
Suspended in time
As we mate so well
Our feelings just climb
I lick your cunt
Our Bodies entwine
You suck my cock
In that sweet sixty nine
We turn around
Do it doggy style
We hump and hump
Going that extra mile
I grab your breasts
And rub you clit
My cock throbs
I love this bit
My cock explodes
Fills you with cum
Pumps jet after jet
Deep in your womb
You scream with delight
As you orgasm grips
I thrust in deep
And kiss your lips
Our exertion over
We lay there spent
Held in each others arms
Our feelings given vent
We retire to bed
Another evening through
I dream again, of
Me screwing you.
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