.....and I Have A One-Tracked Mind ?

 
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(without provocation or warning.......)

…..she softly caresses him inside
her soft, warm hands
Fingers wrapped around his dark, cylindrical shape
A beautiful, shimmering serpent
the head thick and throbbing
as if his heart was beating in utter desperation.....
 
…...copiously oozing his desire to her listening ear
 
waiting mouth watering,
corners wet and inviting
she strokes him gently,
yet firmly,  
up and down
alternating side to side
 
pulling,  
tugging
his  
slick,  
phallic
form
 
an osmotic burning felt
deep inside his cul de sac
a precursor to a heady, sensual healing
 
…....countless hours spent  
admonishing him of his
one-tracked mind,
talking dirty all the time
 
….but who's sorry now?
 
his root engorges and swells
his seed waiting  
to be freed  
from an ultra-erotic hell
 
He throbs between her long finger's tips
matching the pulse
of her sweet, wet  
pouty lips......
 
pumping his pounding meat
as he views her growing flower
beneath the cover  
of her sheer summer dress
her wet glistening inner thighs,
the trembling of it's gentle fabric
legs spread so lewdly wide, oh my
the aura of her arousal.....
 
…..yes, who's sorry now?
 
 
held in duress
under heavy pressure
forced to close his eyes
gripping tighter, stroking longer
stronger, faster, harder
forced to
open his own thighs
 
brilliant linen, white cream
it's flow more intense
hips thrusting into motion,  
this beast
beckoning her to “cum”  
to the point of no return
 
white-hot nectar
drips down
upon her fevered,
nervous fingertips,
she licks her lips,
her wide woman-hips starting  
to grind and churn,
lust paints it's colors
upon their skin,
like a tattoo.....
 
…...but  
she says
that “he”
has a  
one-tracked
mind