Drool

Fist my hair tightly
making tears gather
on jet black lashes
dripping on cheeks
flushed and swollen with
a fast pumping cock
that hits the back
of my throat
briefly stopping the
flow of air into
lungs expanding quickly
with rapid breaths
filth flowing from your
lips to my ears
Whore
Slut
harsh words bring
whimpers from puffy lips
and wetness flows onto
delicate lace panties
as your thrusts quicken
and you near rapture
your grip tightens
around my neck
growling you explode
your seed shooting
down a constricted throat
I hope that I've been
good enough that
you'll allow me to
wipe up the drool

© Leaena 2015