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The Fantasy

I notice her from across the way
Around the same time every single day
I think about the words that I would say
To the beautiful young lady on the faithful day

I can picture it now leading her to my door
Only to lay her down so that I can explore...
Her true feeling...and I'm not talking about the ones in her head
But the ones that you can only find out in the bed

Slowly undoing her shirt I'm kissing on her neck
Only to reveal her succulent stomach and chest
She would take me by the hand and lead me to the bed
Her luscious lips kissed me while she sits on the bed

I'd lay her head down, her body so seductive
My tongue walking dower chest; eyes closed I would tell that she loved it
A bow ties the bra together my mouth slowly undoes it
Her luscious breast forever attracted my tongue to the tip

But before I would start I'd add something to it
A slow stream of Dark liquid...she'd ask what It was and I'd tell her it was chocolate
From each nipple it would drip, down to her button like a stream
Then she smiled and ask what Ima do to get her clean

My tongue would lick at her stomach till It was led to her breast
I'd suck both of her nipples till I had cleaned all the mess
Her body would be clenching I would her the moans coming softly
I wouldn't stop, even if I wanted to, her body would be calling me

Undoing her pants I would reveal her wet pussy
My tongue sliding across, it was so juicy
Up to he clit and down inside
Her hands on my head pushing my tongue deeper inside

Her moans would be loader I would feel her nut coming
I would lick It all up till their was absolutely nothing

With her pussy clean she would undo my pants
She would jack my dick as she sits and I stand
I would look down and see her head moving south
She would open wide and slip my dick in her mouth

Amazing is all I would think while she licked and sucked
And all the positions that I would want to fuck
Slowly I stick it in...her pussy the best
I reach down and rub her succulent breast

The pressure is building; stroke after stroke
The sweat dripping down...our bodies are soaked
I'd pull out and on her chest I'd let it all go free
There she'd lay the sweat from her glistening with the white gold from me

She looks up and smiles at me then disappears
The erotic fantasy is over and real life appears
Written by Prodigy_803
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