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My Fantasy

I met a guy who's really dashing,
Perfect form, his abs are smashing,
Gorgeous face and dreamy eyes,
I cannot help but fantasize.

Just one touch is all it takes,
For him to give me lustful shakes,
As he kisses up my neck,
Oh God! I am a trembling wreck.

He softly whispers in my ear,
While firmly gripping at my rear,
He runs a finger down my side,
Impatient now, I open wide.

He toys with me and makes me wait,
I play along, anticipate,
He strokes his palm across my clit,
My knees go weak, my teeth they grit.

A lustful moan escapes my lips,
Then he takes me by the hips,
His huge hard cock is hot and ready,
I use my hand to hold it steady.

I shift my weight onto my knees,
Now I've become the sexy tease,
I flash my teeth and lick my lips,
I run my tongue down from his hips.

His fingers wrapped into my hair,
I take him in, look up and stare,
Our eyes, they meet in such a lock,
While I'm sucking at his rock hard cock.

I feel him shake beneath my grip,
He trembles, moans and starts to drip,
I lap it up, each drop I taste,
He tastes sublime, I cannot waste.

I suck real tight and then let go,
Then kiss and grab at his torso,
He groans my name and then takes charge,
His member throbs, erect and large.

He bends me over, spreads me wide,
Then thrusts himself so deep inside,
I clench my fists and sway my head,
He fucks me hard against the bed.

With arse wide spread and pussy oozing,
He slips a finger of his choosing,
Just the tip to stimulate,
I bite my lips, my hips gyrate.

Our bodies move, entwined as one,
His balls are slapping on my bum,
Spare hand scratches down my back,
My fingertips caress my rack.

The overwhelming urge explodes,
As the fire in us overloads,
Together, breathless, sweaty, spent,
I've found my Prince, my knight, my gent.

I am hoping when the time is right,
That he'll be mine both day and night,
And forever I will hold him tight,
No more fantasies, but there in sight.
Written by Jessa_Felatio
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