YOUR BACK IS SO SMOOTH

'The skin on your back is so-oh smooth'
he said, 'twixt kisses, 'That's - the - truth!'
He rubbed a hand to her shoulder.
She sensed his intent growing bolder
as other hand brushed her head hair
and he breathed in her ear some air.

She reached hand back to his manhood,
circled fingers around the wood,
while his hand strayed onto each breast,
gave teasing squeeze, made nipples crest.
She eased her rump towards his pride.
His hand down to her crotch did slide,

He teased her labia and clit.
Her knees bent in response to it.
She gripped his hand to bid it stay,
encouraged him to squeeze away.
The fever he raised in her burned;
she could not keep back on him turned.

She turned around eager to face
his pointed wood and give embrace
around his neck so she could roll
upon his front, cowgirl his pole.
The keenness took him by surprise,
anchored he was between her thighs.

She rocked as on a wooden horse,
bore down on him with forward force.
All he could do was thrust hips back,
bury himself up to his sac
until there came the explosion
that cemented their union.