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Make Love To Me

Throwing the small device on the bed
The remote key to my lacey panties of red    
My lust he controlled throughout dinner, under the table my fingers to my pussy, I fed  
Making me climax on demand, full throttle on full blast giving me more than my sugar walls can withstand  
Moaning out loud for the ears of every aroused man  
Sweet mercy my love, you make me purr until I’m content  
Taking off your clothes, for us, no time wasted or spent    
Playing his Saxophone, eyes on me as I slowly strip tease  
My two fingers traveling South tasting my essence, smearing my tit, his mouth hungrily appease  

His erection pointing North  
Got me wet, aching for you, loving the way I seduce him as he lets me reign in my Queen’s creamy court  
A soft kiss to my lips  
Hips palmed, bumping my pelvis against his groin, whispering in my ear, do I miss this  
Mm… oh yes, my nighttime pleasurable toy    
Under the covers with him ecstasy and joy  
Laying me down, carnal pleasure between my thighs he employs  

Tongue dipping inside my jeweled navel    
Desire and passion are the crimes of our bedroom portrayals  
Zigzagging the tip lower… oh yes, inner thighs clamping his face  
His mouth locked on my wet pinkish space  
Sniffing all over my hairy mound  
Kisses to my skin…. sensations always to be found  
Working my pussy hole, his finger darting inside, circling it around    

Cupping my buttocks as his tongue slides inside    
Gaging my reaction as it farther glides  
Squeezing my ass tighter, deeper, mm.. giving me what I’ve been missing  
My body twisting… the more his tongue is dipping    
His beard catching the river of my drippings  
Sqeezing my breasts, being dominated at best  
And he has not even poured over me the honey, yet  

Making love to his mouth, gyrating, head palmed  
Darting one of his fingers in my ass, back flapping, eyes closed, endorphins coming on  
Panting.. breathless.. how much long  
His face relishing inside my wetness    
Trying to reach the bottle of honey… mmm we like to get sticky once he’s all up in this  
Oh… yes… get… fuck ... seesawing my hips    
Refusing to waste his oral gift  
Reaching over, for an ice cube  
His infamous cherry lube  

Compressing it between his teeth  
Sliding it inside my pussy… ssss… cold, warmth, bliss, his mouth coveting my clit    
His tongue lashes providing the heat  
Lapping at his cherry flavored feast  
Oh... eyes closed, clutching the silk sheets  
My cunt trickling that sweeten taste    
Mouthing my slit, with each droplet, his tongue anticipates  

Such fetish wicked satisfaction  
His lips rolling across my snatch in gratification  
Oh… papi.. yes... right here    
Tongue swirling through my fine pussy hairs  
Dildo now sailing inside  
Cunt juices coating and colliding    

Battered operated humming  
Tongue still inside me drumming    
Deeper and deeper, umm, head denting the pillow,  pushing his head in my crotch, oh… God…. I’m cumming      
Mm... swallowing the essence of my butter rum cream  
My reality blending into his waking wet dream  
Body trembling, sticking his fingers and dildo past my lips to lick off  
He’s the flame I’m his sultry Moth  
   
Make Love To Me
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
Mm.. is all I can say on this hotness

SKC
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