MY POLE (FANTASY)

I'm losing my reserve's control;
she takes the apex of my pole
between a thumb and forefinger,
she lets fingertip's touch linger
upon the rounded mushroom head
while I'm tied naked to the bed
by wrists and ankles, at mercy
of her as she says, 'Hi, Percy!'
Like arm shaking hand it extend,
welcoming the touch at its end.
She encircles my growing length
with her hand's fingers squeezing strength,
teasing it out with growing squeeze
alternated with quick release.
She climbs on bed to get astride
as she manipulates my pride,
rubs it against the plump shaved lips
that are between her parted hips,
up and around and side to side
my precummed head upon it slide
then she directs it on her clit,
which, I can feel, pouts out a bit.
 
Our respective sensitive points
are touching as her juice anoints
the head of my extended pride
before she ushers me inside.
Two moaning voices fill the room
where candle flames banish the gloom
as she surrounds me with her walls
gloving my length down to my balls.
Upon me she writhes and contorts
her breasts bounce around sans supports,
unhindered by my wrist-bound hands
which otherwise would make demands
on the erectile properties
of the brown points of her titties.
I can move nothing but my hips
while her front end around me slips.
My ears pick up the squelching sound
her wet contractions so abound
until I just can't keep it in
and my eruption doth begin,
my pearly lava flooding her,
sparking off her orgasmic stir.