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Sexual rage
Sexual rage
Your standing in the kitchen, as my wheelchair makes the door, I spin you around with such a force, plates crash to the floor
I grab you by your pretty blouse, I see the buttons pop, you see fire in my eyes, you know that I wont stop
I drag your torn blouse right off you, your lips part as if to speak, you fall silent, you know better than to stop me at my peak
Standing in your pretty skirt and just a bra of patterned lace, I reach and grab you by the hair and pull you to my face
My tongue hits with such a force, a kiss to make you swoon, then I pull you to the table, you know what's coming soon
Bent across the table, your skirt raised above your back, panties around your ankles, I start to stroke your crack
I feel the dampness on you, you've moistened to my touch, I push two digits deep inside, I'm buried in your crutch
Pushing slow and steady as my fingers start to fuck, playing with your throbbing clit, your body starts to buck
I spin you onto your back, your legs a roughly spread, I roll in between them, as you grab my head
My face is covered in your juice, i hold you by the hips, tongue and teeth lick and bite you, I'm sucking at lips
You begin to rise and fall, in time with how I pound, your moaning and your heavy breath, fills the room with sound
I slide a finger thats covered in your juice, slowly up your bum, I know this is the trigger that always makes you cum
I feel your nails in my head as you grind your pussy to my tongue, I pick up the pace and pinch your clit, I know what must be done
With a almighty shudder, you climax on my juice soaked face, I eat your pussy desperately there's not a drop to waste
You flop back on the table, I just roll away, leaving you like a casualty of our war, I glance to see you smiling, I know I've won once more
Our kitchen was the battleground, there's broken plates and cups, I go get the broom, together we clear it u
But they are just collateral damage, when lust is filled with rage, it's over now the house is calm now sex back in his cage
Ron
Your standing in the kitchen, as my wheelchair makes the door, I spin you around with such a force, plates crash to the floor
I grab you by your pretty blouse, I see the buttons pop, you see fire in my eyes, you know that I wont stop
I drag your torn blouse right off you, your lips part as if to speak, you fall silent, you know better than to stop me at my peak
Standing in your pretty skirt and just a bra of patterned lace, I reach and grab you by the hair and pull you to my face
My tongue hits with such a force, a kiss to make you swoon, then I pull you to the table, you know what's coming soon
Bent across the table, your skirt raised above your back, panties around your ankles, I start to stroke your crack
I feel the dampness on you, you've moistened to my touch, I push two digits deep inside, I'm buried in your crutch
Pushing slow and steady as my fingers start to fuck, playing with your throbbing clit, your body starts to buck
I spin you onto your back, your legs a roughly spread, I roll in between them, as you grab my head
My face is covered in your juice, i hold you by the hips, tongue and teeth lick and bite you, I'm sucking at lips
You begin to rise and fall, in time with how I pound, your moaning and your heavy breath, fills the room with sound
I slide a finger thats covered in your juice, slowly up your bum, I know this is the trigger that always makes you cum
I feel your nails in my head as you grind your pussy to my tongue, I pick up the pace and pinch your clit, I know what must be done
With a almighty shudder, you climax on my juice soaked face, I eat your pussy desperately there's not a drop to waste
You flop back on the table, I just roll away, leaving you like a casualty of our war, I glance to see you smiling, I know I've won once more
Our kitchen was the battleground, there's broken plates and cups, I go get the broom, together we clear it u
But they are just collateral damage, when lust is filled with rage, it's over now the house is calm now sex back in his cage
Ron
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