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All I can Think About

All I can think about is,
I want you for mine tonight,
I want to fuck you,
Like it�s the last chance,
I�ll ever have.

I want my naked sweaty body,
Entwined, tangled,
Sliding, squirming,
Against yours,
Pinning you down,
With my hips,
Wedged between your thighs,
While your legs are,
Wrapped around my waist,
Helping me grind,
My pelvis against yours.
And with slow thrusts,
Sweetly and tenderly,
Snuggle my cock,
Deep inside your cunt.

I want to slide,
My cock,
In and out of,
Your pussy,
Harder with each sigh,
Bucking my hips against yours,
More roughly with each moan,
Driving my groin against yours,
More vigorously with each groan,
Feeling the tightness of your cunt,
Massage,
Caress,
The firmness of my cock.

Unleashing desire,
Bodies intertwined,
Hearts pounding,
Lungs gasping,
Loins burning,
Longing for release
Anticipation building,
Growing with every thrust,
Until both of us,
Simultaneously,
Fail in our delaying of satisfaction,
And convulse,
Throb,
Squirt,
Cum,
Within,
Around each other.