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Final Twitch... (duet with Darksighs)
Moist scarlet hues strewn, 'round stoned tomb
Gloss-cast, melding hands 'neath Blood Moon.
Preacher drones on, woes of the flesh…
But me, I’m peeking down your dress.
Split clear to thigh, hair pinned back high
I bend lower, spill to those eyes.
With seeing all you offer bare;
I guide your hand, place it right there.
With small palm I give you warm squeeze
Eyes locked bold, almost time to leave.
Yes, typically I love a dirge,
But *that look just makes my cock surge.
Out, in five- flat, tossed to my back
Limo driver starts a smooth track.
Light touch to skin, up dress hands glide…
As for me your legs open wide.
Hands puddle my heat in slow creep
Back arched, pink pout, claws dug in deep.
Placing tip to your evertight,
I kiss your lips…then nip…then bite!
Sinking inside, milking wet cries;
I cream your sweet cock on hard slide.
I pull you up, set you in straddle…
Lay back, and watch you take the saddle.
In circled buck and ride, we fuck…
Rise and sink to aid your cock thrust.
The limo rockin, I don’t care
As outside people stop and stare.
He lifts, flips me to all fours, fast …
Firm hand-hold, one stroke fills my ass.
Your hair I pull. I thrust, you grind,
Your back ‘gainst my chest blows my mind.
The burn, the slip, pounding my slick,
I bounce on stroke, soothed by neck licks.
A suck, a nipple pinch, then teeth!
As fingers rub your wet beneath.
Arched to take all, loving you right
I soak your stiff rod as I cry.
Full inside you I swirl at core,
Blast your back wall for the encore!
Panting, breathless, gripping hard ache
Four fingers in cunt rub your vein.
As the last of me *twitches out
I kiss you soft upon the mouth.
Exhaling passion to your tongue
I squeeze-release last cream of love.
The crowd applauds with eyes in squint…
My gawd, ‘thought these windows had tint!
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