Great night

Kissing, joking,
underage smoking,
boozing, cruising,
virginity losing,
dancing, fighting,
outdoor lighting,
triple shots, smoke rings,
we are the Kings.
Short skirts, tights pants,
underwear from France,
crushed pills,
big lines,
feeling great,
all fine.
Poker
poke her,
minds dirty and obscure,
lip stick,
my dick,
u
r
well
fit.
Great ass,
hugh tits,
flashing me,
what wit,
note rolled,
Charlie out,
let’s make a line,
no doubt.
Big eyes,
bigger moves,
grinding me,
in your groove,
fucked up,
shooting stars,
bong of crack,
play guitar,
sing along,
another bong,
bicarb wash?
Nothing’s wrong.
A bit too much,
feeling high,
take a chance,
rub your thigh,
grip my hand,
move it up,
go to speak,
kiss makes me shut,
warm tongue,
cold tingle,
warm finger,
start with single.
Flys unzipped,
hands groping,
eylids twinkle
minds floating
stomachs sucked,
you on top,
I like-
I’m getting fucked.
Bra undone,
flash of nails,
I push you down,
my mouth abseils,
tempo rising,
the rhythm’s mine,
flat tongue on clit,
your body writhes.
I stop time,
I go real slow,
you beg for the pace,
as your throbbing grows,
fist of hair,
face pulled in,
raking your torso,
this is how I begin.
Using force
I pin your hands,
we’re eye to eye,
my demand,
breath entwined,
hair pinned by sweat,
you wrap your legs,
fucking without regret.
Tempestuous noise,
black pupil fun,
hips grind together,
as we cum.