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A Rainy Afternoon
Beneath the patter of
The rain are deeper sounds
Sighs and moans of pleasure
Where your hands wander
As they please
Pleasure done and
Pleasure undone as
Your mouth drives
Me to madness
Buried in my sex
I surge on the wave
Crashing upon the bed sheets
As you wipe your chin
On my belly
You still smell like me
When we kiss
But turnabout is fair play
And as my lips embrace you
I feel you shiver
And the rush of power
Flows into my hands
I suck you long
And I suck you well
Until I feel you tremble
Your hands reach to hold
My head still as you
Empty yourself into
My waiting throat
Panting we curl up
In the center of the bed
Breathing ragged and
Bodies spent
Are you ready for another round
You ask
I grin and lick my lips
Anytime, baby.
Anytime
The rain are deeper sounds
Sighs and moans of pleasure
Where your hands wander
As they please
Pleasure done and
Pleasure undone as
Your mouth drives
Me to madness
Buried in my sex
I surge on the wave
Crashing upon the bed sheets
As you wipe your chin
On my belly
You still smell like me
When we kiss
But turnabout is fair play
And as my lips embrace you
I feel you shiver
And the rush of power
Flows into my hands
I suck you long
And I suck you well
Until I feel you tremble
Your hands reach to hold
My head still as you
Empty yourself into
My waiting throat
Panting we curl up
In the center of the bed
Breathing ragged and
Bodies spent
Are you ready for another round
You ask
I grin and lick my lips
Anytime, baby.
Anytime
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