Poetry in Motion - Chapter 1

I remember seeing you there, you laying like that, nylons jet-black, panties to match, with no minor set backs, the only thoughts on my mind, is i gotta get that. Been textin all day, had a lot to say, now its time to respond back in a more tangible way, reading your eyes, now its time, to specialize in my forte. On the edge of the bed leaning towards me, we haven't touched, but I can see, you are feeling me.

I walked over to the bed, and pull your pigtails slack. Unzipped my jeans, expose the tip of my thick. You pulling on the head of it, love the way you handling my cockpit, rubbing on my tenderloins, as it tightens in your grip. Using two hands for this, the girth of it barely fits, your extended grip. Still enough room left for your mouth fit. Love watching it presses against your glazed over lips, as my favorite lips stick.

Pulling you near, by your hair, a sigh I can hear,  facing your eyes; this is a real as it appears. first you are loving it. Watching you enjoy yourself, as you suck and lick, the swollen tip. This is your first black dick, and it hardly fits between these lips-- imagine if. You would struggling with the size, mesmerized by the weight, we both surprised, still thinking about your lips. As you widen your eyes.

Gonna need more spit as you twist, you turn me on because you moan, like a woman that's grown, with saliva and juices still dripping off your lips. Wetting up your shirt, while i'm rubbing those tits, poking through your tee- shirt, it must hurt, rock solid nips -- your eyes rolling back in bliss, teasing me with your tongue, twisters.