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Late Night Booty Call

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania  
11:00pm    
    
Ring Ring    
As my telephone sings
   
Can I come over    
Hum…I don’t know    
Too late, I’m stepping out my Land Rover    
Whose There    
Sexual Healing now walking up your condo stairs    
Then yes you may    
Licking my lips in anticipation of our bondage sexual foreplay    
Have thong off you know I can’t stay    
First ease your tongue down low, and lick my pussy real slow    
Flip me over, plummet your hard dick in my ass, like you know    
Mm...Oh God….I’m additive to your pearly flow    
Cum inside me again then you can go    
Baby my time is ticking    
Now time for my torpedo sticking    
Booty Calls requires no intense pussy pampering or licking    
     
Ring Ring    
As my telephone sings
   
Whose there    
The horny man next door    
I heard you moaning, but I can give you more    
I have the wine, the handcuffs, the honey he did not purchase from the store    
A night of pleasure from the bed to the carpeted floor    
Let my kisses tattoo your bronzed skin body    
I have been feenin to thrust my dick deep inside you, you are such a freaky hottie    
      
Ring Ring    
As my telephone sings
   
Whose there    
The man with the binoculars who witnessed you swear    
He could not make that pretty pussy climax back to back    
I have a long dick and a scooping tongue knack    
Your pussy I hungrily eat in your sex swing, while sniffing your sweetkittycat    
I want to feel your pussy drippings while my fingers snake inside for that gyrating attack    
Intimacy, wicked desires I know you crave it    
So, let me inside your wet slit    
Your legs, I place over my shoulders while I kiss all over that clit      
     
Ding Ding    
My doorbell rings
   
Can I help you    
Yes, it’s your pizza man    
Mm…I recognize the voice…it’s handsome Stan    
I opened the door, a robust and virality body only found in novels of romances      
Arms to feel secured during a slow dance    
My see through red lace teddy, spoke volumes, wanting to take a chance    
Hungry male eyes penned me where I stand    
How much I softly demand    
Well I was listening before I rang    
And I heard you moaning      
And someone groaning then screaming    
Yes...I was climaxing as my wet pussy was creaming    
A free pizza for a pinkish taste    
It’s past forty-five minutes so its past the wait    
Yet, for you, my hard dick still aches    
Every time you order it’s me who runs to see you    
On this night please give me my just due    
I will eat you like al a carte takeout food    
My heart, mind, my body belongs only to you    
     
Ring Ring    
Cell phone sings
   
Whose there    
The man downstairs    
I heard you fucking without any remorse for sound, without any cares    
Bed rattling the floor, echoes of a Stallion bucking a Mare    
     
No more Booty Calls I’m pleased behind my holler    
Have it get up early to slave for the almighty dollar    
How about a rain check    
Umm, then tomorrow my legs go around your neck    
But for now, I’m done    
Mr. Neighbor do bring your willing tongue    
     
My temple is quiet for the next day to arrive    
The next time I will not leave your dick deprived    
As I allow you to take a silken deep-sea dive    
Can you least talk to me baby, soothe me, fuck my mind      
Mm...I'm sure I have the time    
My dick is hard for you    
I think I will take this call in my bed for this phone sex groove    
     
Booty Calls are always one of a kind    
The night time is the right time as they say    
The perfect time for the body to play, slay, and get parlayed
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
Nothing retains less of desire in art, in science, than this will to industry, booty, possession.

Andre Breton
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