Making Her Scream

Making Her Scream
  
Thinking I might have to cover your mouth, oh yes.  

With something  

My hand, our shoulder, yes my sweet lips  

Any number, of things come to mind  

The feeling of your fingers entwined with mine, the weight of my body on top of you, pinning you to the bed  

Your legs wrapped around me, begging to go deeper  

Rising up to meet me with each thrust  

Your pussy drawing my cum like silk  

Ensnaring you with moans and touches  

My fingers escape your hand and grip your hair  

My lips pursue ripples of electricity along your neck  

Sweat lubricates and fuses us together, like flux in a white hot weld  

The taste of your nipples, hard and dark in my lips  

My head tilts back and your orgasm threatens, a scream of epic proportions on your lips  

I put my hands under your head and bring you to my lips, our own grunts of pleasure almost our undoing.  

Thrusts embed themselves in wet flesh, my cock impaling you  

Your pussy walls tighten down, engorged in pleasure  

Your scream comes and you swallow it  

Consuming both our orgasms  

Do it, lover  

Cum for me  

Felling your pussy, the smell of our sex  fills the air  

My fingers in your hair  

My tongue on yours  

Tits pressed against my chest  

Pumping, flowing, forcing wet, hot cum from your thighs.  

Do it lover do it now  

Making her scream  
   
   
By nutbuster