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The Queen Of His Night

The softness of a clandestine affair escalating in flight
Muscular body, virility glistening in the moonlight upon satin sheets
Dropping my towel, bending over, striking a naughty pose for his eyes to feast  
Fingering me over to the bed, ecstasy and lust lays under his thrusting greet  
  
Buttocks palmed, pulling me in  
Sniffing the soft folds of my silken treasure, his cheek rubbing against my jewel abdomen  
Sole of my foot planted on his robust thigh, fingers parting the pinkish wet opening  
His caresses, his touch, the anticipation of his enticing tongue licking, my desires he’s awoken    
Mm… he’s bringing the pleasure of his hard length of joy  
Parting my thighs fingering his favorite silken toy  
  
Legs spread  
Suckling my clit, knees buckling, plaming his head    
His fingers and mouth taking command  
Sensations radiating, weakening feelings too good to remain at a stand  
My back to the bed making a soft land  
Kisses to my feet, my toes  
Tongue snaking up my inner thigh, passion mark, breasts palmed, his fetish on a wicked patrol    
Thighs divided wider, losing self-control  
  
Taking his throne between my thighs  
Cupping his erection, wetting the tip then darting the length deep inside    
Grunts, bathing his girth for a butter rum creamy ride  
Wrists bound held up high    
Linking my feet around his back, mm…oh yes, go deeper with that drive  
  
Bucking my fine downy haired mound, wrists clinched tigher, pelvic slammed into  
Sapping, my trickling wet juicy dew  
Move that pussy faster, whispered in my ear  
In the cloak of dark, senses too far gone to adhere  
  
Entwined limps upon a bed of rapture    
My body a prisoner of his to sexual capture  
Soft moans, taking me under, begging him to set me free  
Not complete unto he releases the climax seeping from me  
Lust filled the space of time, tumbling as we lay  
Tender touches, worshipping my skin, stealing my breath away  
  
Tongue sticking in my ear, my body faintly shivering  
His girth funneling inside my wetness, thrasing and delivering  
In the abyss of my wet passion, foray  
Bodies seductively at play, loving when I gyrate on his girth as my hips sway  
Mm…oh…yes…. baby make this cunt cum  
Let me feel his flow gush then mine flush and slolwy run  
  
Bodies moving no given space  
Lips covering mine, dick circling inside me all over the place  
Body elongated  
Scratching his back upon the driving consummate  
  
Oh...baby…escaping my lips  
Cupping my ass, sinking, retracting then anchoring deeper in my creamy drips  
Palms to the mattress with each thrust in and out slip
Groin against my pelvis, ceased of movements, sliding it backwards to the throbbing tip    
Looking down into my eyes, ramming me deeper, cumming in the chasm of my slit  
Tongues dueling  
Sweat, breathless, bliss ruling  
Panting, hearts erratic beating, regulating, bodies cooling
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the passion of life.

Federico Fellini
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