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I Don’t Belong To You
Donna Karan sunglasses bridged over my eyes
Fantasy and Reality blurred between hushed lives
Swerving my Benz going 100 miles around a winding curve
Between the prison of her thighs, she makes my soul purge
Fur parted, showcasing my nakedness, the need of Her invested in me
The satisfaction of our indiscretions speaks under satin sheets
Her oral pleasure I fall too upon the meet
My strap on pushing inside, giving Her that dominating treat
Private suites for our desires, skin to skin, feeling the caresses of each other’s body heat
Flooring the gas pedal, still tasty the scent of Her coating on my lips
Soft moans still echoing in my ear with each lick
My fingers parting Her pinkish feast, to Her clit the curl of my tongue meets
To my shoulders resting the soles of Her feet
Loving the way her lust dances against my face
The slow tricking of her juices, sweeter than the spread of marmalade
Panting….Her back flapping off the bed
Palming my head
Gyrating slow enough for my tongue to sink
Holding her arms to her sides as the ooze of Her, I drink
Inhaling, my tongue scaling, Her body bucking
Keeping Her addicted to my licking, my finger fucking
Feening for me to taste that honeycomb dew
Mm... having my cake and licking the icing too
Begging me, to make Her all mine
Tears falling knowing she must share me with His time
The soft wisps of her whimpers heard... in haste, pulling up my lacy thong
Promises to Her I will not stay away too long
Leaning over the rumpled evidence of our clandestine paradise, the concealed lies
The consequences, if discovered, neither one of us wants to jeopardize
Fur, stilettos on, out the door, gone
Donna Karan sunglasses bridged over my eyes, speeding back to the comforts of His home
https://youtu.be/8cx45hgWqj8
Fantasy and Reality blurred between hushed lives
Swerving my Benz going 100 miles around a winding curve
Between the prison of her thighs, she makes my soul purge
Fur parted, showcasing my nakedness, the need of Her invested in me
The satisfaction of our indiscretions speaks under satin sheets
Her oral pleasure I fall too upon the meet
My strap on pushing inside, giving Her that dominating treat
Private suites for our desires, skin to skin, feeling the caresses of each other’s body heat
Flooring the gas pedal, still tasty the scent of Her coating on my lips
Soft moans still echoing in my ear with each lick
My fingers parting Her pinkish feast, to Her clit the curl of my tongue meets
To my shoulders resting the soles of Her feet
Loving the way her lust dances against my face
The slow tricking of her juices, sweeter than the spread of marmalade
Panting….Her back flapping off the bed
Palming my head
Gyrating slow enough for my tongue to sink
Holding her arms to her sides as the ooze of Her, I drink
Inhaling, my tongue scaling, Her body bucking
Keeping Her addicted to my licking, my finger fucking
Feening for me to taste that honeycomb dew
Mm... having my cake and licking the icing too
Begging me, to make Her all mine
Tears falling knowing she must share me with His time
The soft wisps of her whimpers heard... in haste, pulling up my lacy thong
Promises to Her I will not stay away too long
Leaning over the rumpled evidence of our clandestine paradise, the concealed lies
The consequences, if discovered, neither one of us wants to jeopardize
Fur, stilettos on, out the door, gone
Donna Karan sunglasses bridged over my eyes, speeding back to the comforts of His home
https://youtu.be/8cx45hgWqj8
Published 4th Mar 2020
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Anonymous
7th Mar 2020 00:20am
Great write, loved the imagery 👌
7th Mar 2020 4:16am
