Lust and Passion

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The rattle of the key in the door is no surprise
But first glance at the corselet is musk before the eyes
twinges wakening swelling member
make this night we both remember.

Take head in hands to kiss the face
slowly move to form embrace
lowering down upon the floor
words from your mouth just like a whore.

Suck my clit you dirty fucker
tweak my lips see how they pucker
stroke my hole until its wet
My answer! soon but not just yet.

silken ties now gently bound
hands to table pull panties down
breathing gently parting hair
take out razor shaving there

softly massage in the balm
taste of chocolate take away calm
hips arise presenting clit
fingers delicate brushing it

now undo corselet releasing breast
each nipple in turn from east to west
sucking teasing nibbling tight
making stand against moonlight

caress and squash and squeeze in turn
feel the warmth as juices burn
bubbling aching dribbling out
first touch with tongue bring gasping out

parting lips with fingers probe
relax a moment fully disrobe
present my dick for your perusal
sucking deep meets with approval

teeth on helmet gently nibble
return to task there is no quibble
sucking labia force apart
with tongue so enter to the heart.

turning slow now thighs held high
begging sobbing please the cry
thrusting forwards full length enter
hold a while for both consider

beginning thrust slow at first
faster now to quench the thirst
writhing twisting all sublime
orgasm reached yours not mine

multiple confusion ultimate finish
holding tight as pulse diminish
lapping clean now dripping thighs
look of love just for your eyes.

check on time not yet gone ten
time to start all over again...


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