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Slipping Deeper Inside My Wet Heat

Prowling the jungle, a lioness in silken heat      
Licking my lips in anticipation for a hard lion’s mating feast        
Blending inside me undercovers, his dominance, our rapture mending      
Eclipsing that sacred part of me, yet, beautifully sending        
Uninhibited entwined souls deep within the jungle we lay upon the meet
Surrendering the naughty tricks of my sultry treats         
Closing my eyes          
Feather tip touches, weakening me oh my          
Mm… his tongue slowly roaming up my inner thigh          
Legs farther spread          
Sandwiching my breasts, back arched, bracing the top of his head          
Leaning his nostrils in, taking a whiff of my moisten sin          
Puckering my clit between his lips, while bathing inside my slit with his tongue tip          
Head denting the pillow…. oh shit          
Sticking a lone finger in for the tease          
Oh yes…mm…you like that cunt big daddy…oh yes… oh fuck, show me  
My pleads, soft moans, controlling my animalistic hunger, his feverish greed          
Flipping me over          
An apple bottom up in the air, smacking all over this four-leaf clover    
On his knees bracing my curvaceous hips          
His mouth rolling over a cheek, a lick, a bite, then a kiss          
The tip of his tongue, dividing the lining of my treasure abyss          
Parting my buttocks          
Oh... yes... taste that sweet cream of my crop          
Oh God don’t stop          
Spitting, and then licking up and down my butter rum stock          
His tongue got it on unlock          
His face all up in the pit of my ass          
Moving my hips backwards his tongue deeper as it bask          
Slow and then uncontrolled and fast          
My juices serenading the strands of that beard, seeping with a sweetened smear          
Oh…yes…mmm…. baby taste this, me          
Dipping my back, covers scrunched, feeding him the carnal indulgence of this wet dream          
Plaming the dent in my spine          
Swishing sounds, intoxicating taste, more potent, addictive than fine wine          
Grabbing my hips standing, not undoing from off my wet clit          
Palming his firm gluteus, palming his erection, giving him his 69 gift          
Oh…sweet mercy… filling my mouth with each thrust, each engorged gagging moment          
My mouth and hand in union, pumping the base, no mercy for his craving, my soul he has made an imprint  
The lioness in me manifested of its carnal lust          
My pussy hole pulsating, his mouth tapping into my essence,  loving this is a must          
Sinking deeper into the desire were making          
Me stroking, sucking him, his tantalizing licking, both of us, weakening from the giving, taking          
Pumping him, controlling my screams, as he kisses all over my slit          
Mm… my drippings coating his lips          
His pre-cum on the run          
The taste of him rolling around my tongue          
My back hitting the sheets, my soul coming undone          
On my back, mounting me, erection slipping past my soft folds          
Plam clasps, bodies shifting for that feeling when entwined, locked, it’s worth more than gold          
Bracing his head, legs wrapping him, pulling down his face          
Arresting his lips his girth dipping even dipper inside my creamy space          
Palming the sides of my upper thighs          
Seesawing for the uplifting ride          
Oh…yes, back flapping behind the tip of  the sensation glide          
Oh baby….  don’t move….  Oh God…. I’m cumming          
Throbbing erection digging deeper, humming          
His body shifting, dick circling, moving faster, headboard gripped          
Intense dipping withdrawing to the tip          
His head bobbing back… grunts with each pounding slips          
A monstrous release, spilled, instilled          
The lioness in me satisfied, sedated, by the famine of his free will
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Author's Note
A lioness has got a lot more power than the lion likes to think she has.

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