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KITCHEN QUICKIE

KITCHEN QUICKIE
Lately our schedule has us busy,
We've been too tired 😴 for each other's company.
Tired from your half marathon race a few days ago,
Work and child care has prevented our intimate flow.

We've been anticipating an overdue intimate session,
Then the nights slips by quickly with sleep in contention.
I awake multiple times during sleep with a throbbing ⛺️ tent,
Hands start to caress your ass but I soon relent.

Today I awoke early for work as usual,
My routine preparation is quite normal.
A few hours more sleep would be great,
I never like to rush or get to work late.

Ms. Hotty awoke to go to the bathroom and pee,
Then wandered into the kitchen to find me.
Our lips 👄 collided as we embrace,
Hands begun to roam and trace.

You bent over to give me access behind,
Cock begin to grow from ass rubbing so fine.
Trying to be quiet as passion arise,
This is really happening after so many tries.

I lift you onto the kitchen counter,
Then elevate your legs to spread then further.
Hard cock emerge and caress oyster lips,
Stirring pussy juice to slide through your tight slit.

Slowly pumping mushroom 🍄 head to penetrate,
Into Ms. Hotty's tight cunt's virginal state.
In full view below our face,
Mr. BeastLe's shaft enter at its slow gentle pace.

Ms. Hotty moans grew louder with cock's progressive depth,
Finally I am fully buried and you're nicely wet.
A thrusting rhythm soon begun,
As nipples respond to my tongue licking command.

Gripping you hips to plough your furrow correctly,
Surges of pussy passion begins to flow through you quickly.
Whining your ass on the kitchen counter top,
To receive maximum fulfillment from every stroke of my cock.

We both sense our climatic peaks approaching,
Ready to burst forth into exponential cumming.
My balls tighten and churns its content out,
You tensed up and "Oh Yessssss
I Am Cumming" escape your mouth.

A massive flood of man juice fill your thirsty pussy,
As we stay glued in the moment of our intimate quickie.
Ms. Hotty wants more cock in her horny state,
If I do not get dress for work, I will be late.
Written by Butterscotch
Published
Author's Note
It’s wonderful being back after several years and able to contribute again. As in most of my previous work, I continue write about my wife and I. We now refer to each other as Ms. Hotty and Mr. BeastLe. Enjoy🙌🏽
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