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Sinking Deep Inside This Juicy Peach

A Late Night Evening
              
“Shalom.” his deep voice greeted upon me opening my office door              
Wow sea-blue eyes. low facial beard, casual attire, oh I wanted to see so much more              
Late night meeting to discuss the 2021 fiscal year budget, my presence requested for              
Eye to eye contact              
His voice showing admiration for my professionalism and my overseeing business knack              
              
A little flirtation going on              
Laughter, jokes then the curiosity behind a Queen’s French Creole throne              
Crossing the line between business and pleasure, blurred lines between right and wrong              
Reaching out to caress the wondrous pleasure of my skin tone              
Pulling me closer for a taste, my soft physique pressing up against his hard bone              
              
Whispering for my ears to hear              
Slowly talking me out my thong, with lust and ecstasy              
Honey fetishes, under my skirt his finger stroking for a future victory              
My thong to my ankles dropping down              
Skirt, blouse, bra, his eyes never wavering, tongue flicking a nipple, then kissing it all around              
Eyes scooping the print at hand              
A hard dick to entice under such wicked demands              
              
Oh... it’s looking hard, bulging for all eyes to see              
Spreading my legs, my fingers slowly snaking inside me              
Eye to eye contact, for the illicit tease              
              
Come here handsome one, just a little closer I want to feel              
The package to unwrap for the slip and dipping deal              
You know the drill, when a pussy is in heat for an invasion thrill              
Unzipping his pants, feeling all over his girth, a fitting bill              
Palming his erection oh yes…it’s so big, swallowing his remnants, mm.. a pearly flow my mouth it fills              
              
Rubbing the tip over my lips              
Thighs encasing his stature, palming my head, groaning for his gift              
Fingers darting farther inside my clit              
Breast fucking his hardness, denying my wet slit              
              
Swishing with anticipation in the deep abyss of my wet              
Bodacious, and just downright honry for a dick to sink inside me I’ve never met              
Yet, dividing my thighs … wanting, needing him to make this pussy swoosh and melt              
              
Down he goes on his knees              
Pulling me to the edge of the chair, hand braced to the back, his shoulder my legs rest upon with ease              
Begging me, his baritone voice breaking through the silence of the wind              
Arching my back, palming his head, my moans his conformation, for his tongue to blend              
              
Head thrown back in rapture, sinking, into the possessive realm of his unmerciful please              
Mm… my wishes, desires, whimpers echoing as he’s fulfilling my nympho needs              
His tongue dancing back and forth inside the sweet sunken sea              
Palming the back of his neck, gyrating on his beard with an untamable greed              
              
Oh yes right there…mmm don’t stop, submitting to the taste              
My pussy making love to his manly bearded face              
Leather chair twisting, aiding in the absence to cum and go within my seated space              
Lifted me up, my buttocks flopping on my desk              
Spreading my legs, the farthest they could go, his tongue diving inside my pussy like it was top shelf              
              
Drools of pleasure, rolling down my thighs, from his stir              
Squeezing my breasts, licking on my nipples, yes sir              
Palming my buttocks, a la carte, cravings getting satisfied without standards, limits to ever measure              
              
Palms gripped to my desk edge              
No space given for his tongue to my pussy wedge              
Phone just a ringing              
Tongue inside, marinating inside my pussy juices, pelvis lifting upward, body rejoicing, flapping, sensations tingling              
              
Taking his shirt off, wiping his forehead              
Jeans quickly pushed down, mm…mm... mm… a pass to my bed              
Sweat rolling down those six-pack, a nympho enticement to lick a sweet kitty cat              
On my back              
A tongue dance to taste this prefaced snack              
              
Legs wrapped around his neck at best              
Seesawing my pussy upward for the lick, entrapping the passion confined to this sweet nest              
Two fingers and tongue dominating my slit, seepage in the making              
Oh yes…this stud is wicked, glutton, eating my pussy for the taking              
Lifting my diet soda, pouring it over my downy hairs              
Crushing the can, then throwing it somewhere              
Lapping at the streams of pleasure without any worry or cares              
              
Palming my breasts, head moving, side-to-side, a quick spit, and then mouthing, siphoning the honey of the dew              
A tumultuous climatic rainfall… mm… who ever knew              
The curiosity got the best of this cat, eyes closed in surrender, climaxing on his lips              
His tongue curling inside me while salivating off my butter rum drips              
Oh God, if Heaven feels like this, then please add my name to the list              
Licking my clit after such tender felt kisses, up my inner thighs, around my navel ring, teasing with his tongue a breast nipple              
Softly romancing my lips, his palms roaming over my curvaceous hips              
              
Gave me his business card…stated in case he gets hungry and wanted some more kitty food              
Any day for that tongue, his hard dick, his scent, clarified my stance, and told him reserved only for you              
Breathless, mind in a daze, body still quivering, phone receiver shrieking on the floor              
Leaned back in my chair, feet on my desk, legs gapped, had to dildo myself after his two encores              
Free fucking mmm…. the best... I must say, oh yes              
My black and pink satin thong nowhere to be found, he took it I bet
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Some things are better than sex, and some are worse, but there's nothing exactly like it.

W. C. Fields
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