Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereAs I sit across your chest,
your hand fixed on my breast,
my fingers siding up and down my clit,
as you fiddle with my tit.
As I slide towards your mouth,
my fingers pushing in and out,
your tongue does meet with my clit,
and slides up and down my hot wet slit.
Moans of pleasure you do hear,
as you grip onto my butt and drag me oh so near,
faster, faster I ride your tongue,
shouting out ohhh it wont be long.
Spots are forming before my eyes,
I'm loving this now that's no surprise,
my hands gripping tightly onto your ears,
in your eyes I do see tears.
Harder, harder I now ride your tongue,
yes I'm there that did not take long,
a jolt and a groan,
a scream and a moan,
as I cum all alone.
The moral to this little rhyme,
is to cum together,
takes a little more time,
and maybe the position of 69?
taking just one aspect of sex, it precisely matches the rhythm of the sexual act forming clear images in the mind.
This poem ignites the imagination....... I could almost see you squirming as i read and imagined seeing you in acton.......... Thank you Kitty.... x