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Cinema (Part 2-Kitchen Table)

I suck his cock in the cinema, swallow his warm semen
Suck him dry and lick my lips.
The credits can�t roll fast enough. We get home
Door shuts, coats off, he grabs my hips
And lifts me onto the kitchen table. His kisses are hungry
He pulls off my dress
And seizes my breast in his mouth. It happens so quickly
I cry out and hold him closer.

The first thrust of his penis comes hard
Plunging deep inside me, and again, and again
Over and over, fast, the way I like it.
My pleasure comes loudly, screaming through my body
As he pounds and throbs within me. I'm so happy,
Being able to make him moan in satisfaction with me
Is everything.

He's so hard, and powerful. I want, no, need him
To keep driving his penis inside me, deeper, harder
Then, a rush of semen between my legs.
I cling to his sweaty body, breathless,
Part of me still in the heavens
I�d asked for a good screw. There is only one word in my mind
Uttered in gasping admiration of him,
�Fuck.�