Unrest

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Annexed_Demon

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Unable to stop
thinking,
savoring,
languishing,
in the fantasy
of me
making the first slide down.
Seating myself onto you
allowing my hips
to talk,
speak,
sing,
about how
you invade me entirely -
and how much I want you to.
Your thoughts shame me,
but I can't stop drinking in the visuals
and basking in the lust that's fired my skin.
As I grind in further,
deepening the connection from you into me,
I revel in your hands on my hips and the bruises they’d leave behind;
how they'd make me smile and blush
when I spy them in the mirror tomorrow.
The endless replay
of the deliciously nasty stuff you say
as I keep thrusting.
Challenged,
charged,
wet.
So wet,
I’m worried I'll drown you.
Yet I arch back and allow my hands purchase
so I can roll my pussy into you and take in more.
And the sounds you make,
as we climb to the top?
C’mon baby,
don't stop.
Come for me girl,
don't stop.
Don't stop…