The Woman Who Said ...

I parted her hips, pressed my mouth to her moist lips
She said, “More,”
I slipped a finger inside her cunt, invaded the sanctum of the prey I hunt
She said, “More,”
My finger danced and she quivered, my tongue circled and she shivered
She said, “More,”
I drank all her blissful flow, she cried in pleasure and woe
She said, “More,”

I crept up to her face, her eyes were blinded by black lace
She said, “You evil creature,”
I left my breath on her mouth, my cock tickled her hole south
She said, “Please,”
Her body arched and she tried, my cock remained quiet as she was denied
She said, “Dreadful tease,”
I entered her with might, her eyes watered with savage delight
She said, “Oh, my torture,”

I thrust again and again and settled near her womb, her desire was in full bloom
She said, “Make me come,”
I kissed her nipples and made her roar, she bit my neck and staggered my core
She said, “I'm your slut,”
Her moan ignited my bliss, I possessed her with a hiss
She said, “Drown me in smut,”
I fucked her hard, our grunts the song of a flesh peddling bard
She said, “Make me undone,”

I was sweaty and sleek, I moved till I reached my peak
She said, “More,”
I was a shattered bottle, she consumed me full throttle
She said, “More”
Her per pussy was ravaged by orgasm, I filled her till she became a sinful phantasm
She said, “More,”
I relinquished my hold and set down by her lovely side, she was content but her kiss was but a bribe
She said, “More...”