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“When We... Fucked Up”
“WHEN WE... FUCKED UP”
You throwback my legs,
As you give me head.
Holding me tight,
So i don’t run or fight.
I feel your hands loosen as i move in closer.
Then you bend me forward, after kissing me all over.
Infatuated by your touch,
It turns me on more when you grasp my butt.
We are both freaks, no reason to hide it.
I reach for your dick, cause I’m ready to ride it.
You say “not yet” as you lean in and place your lips on my lower back.
Im excited already cause i know your plan of attack.
You start pounding me with long strokes, hands on either side of my spine.
I let you show off now, but its only a matter of time.
You lay on your back panting, short of breath.
I start sucking your cream filled cob like its the last one left.
Your knees shaking, toes crackling, and you moaning my name.
I deep throat your muscle , playing no games.
Gasps of pleasure as i speed up my stroke.
I keep my throat relaxed so do not choke.
Humping, kissing, and bumping are all child’s’ play.
Fucking, eating, and sucking is how I like to top off the day.
I feel your loin getting thicker and thicker.
You must be holding back, i usually make you nut quicker.
I climb on top, my second favorite spot.
Riding and grinding, in my zone then you tell me to stop.
You whisper “You gone make me nut” in your eyes, i notice adrenaline and pleasure.
I turn around , to get another taste, you grab my waste , then on your face you place my treasure.
I hear you smack your lips from the sweet juice of my berry.
The way you maneuver throughout my fruit, isn’t ordinary.
You get on top, my legs now on your shoulders,
Gripping my thighs like a Game Cube controller.
My legs tremble as you penetrate my portal.
Fucking me like i got daddy issues and no morals.
Pushing my heels back over my head so you can go full throttle.
I can feel you in my chest, and I start to squirm and holler.
Your palm catches and encloses my orgasmic outbursts.
You begin shaking , saying “I been waiting for you to cum first.”
Like a runaway slave , my soul escapes out of my body, and the moon starts to slumber.
In your embrace I lay satisfied and then I remember you didn’t put on the rubber.
©️ Courtney Hines
You throwback my legs,
As you give me head.
Holding me tight,
So i don’t run or fight.
I feel your hands loosen as i move in closer.
Then you bend me forward, after kissing me all over.
Infatuated by your touch,
It turns me on more when you grasp my butt.
We are both freaks, no reason to hide it.
I reach for your dick, cause I’m ready to ride it.
You say “not yet” as you lean in and place your lips on my lower back.
Im excited already cause i know your plan of attack.
You start pounding me with long strokes, hands on either side of my spine.
I let you show off now, but its only a matter of time.
You lay on your back panting, short of breath.
I start sucking your cream filled cob like its the last one left.
Your knees shaking, toes crackling, and you moaning my name.
I deep throat your muscle , playing no games.
Gasps of pleasure as i speed up my stroke.
I keep my throat relaxed so do not choke.
Humping, kissing, and bumping are all child’s’ play.
Fucking, eating, and sucking is how I like to top off the day.
I feel your loin getting thicker and thicker.
You must be holding back, i usually make you nut quicker.
I climb on top, my second favorite spot.
Riding and grinding, in my zone then you tell me to stop.
You whisper “You gone make me nut” in your eyes, i notice adrenaline and pleasure.
I turn around , to get another taste, you grab my waste , then on your face you place my treasure.
I hear you smack your lips from the sweet juice of my berry.
The way you maneuver throughout my fruit, isn’t ordinary.
You get on top, my legs now on your shoulders,
Gripping my thighs like a Game Cube controller.
My legs tremble as you penetrate my portal.
Fucking me like i got daddy issues and no morals.
Pushing my heels back over my head so you can go full throttle.
I can feel you in my chest, and I start to squirm and holler.
Your palm catches and encloses my orgasmic outbursts.
You begin shaking , saying “I been waiting for you to cum first.”
Like a runaway slave , my soul escapes out of my body, and the moon starts to slumber.
In your embrace I lay satisfied and then I remember you didn’t put on the rubber.
©️ Courtney Hines
Published 21st Jul 2019
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21st Jul 2019 10:39am
WHEN WE MAKE UP AND IT TURNS TO LUST OUT OF HURT AND PAIN A UNBORN CHILD IS MADE IN THE PROCESS LEFT ONLY FOR YOU TO EXPLAIN WHEN WE FUCKED UP BUT IT WASN'T OUT OF SHAME, THAT A SEED HAS BEEN PLANTED OUT OF PASSION MADE BY TWO LOVERS CATCH UP IN THE MOMENT OF THE PURE BLACK MAGIC FOR THIS IS THE PRICE THAT WE PAY AS YOU SAID WHEN WE FUCKED UP.
21st Jul 2019 2:57pm
tight flow and the ends add to the piece serving as comic relief and a warning to others. Tight
