A Creole Lass 2

Mouth is moist with Creole cum
In hers the plot is thick
Standing, panties coming off
Making more room for you, dick

Likewise goes the see-thru lace
Her Creole breasts are bare
The darkness of her areola
Surrounds her standing nipples there

You touch each one, then go between
The smell of sex is in the air
My open mouth is placed on hers
Tongue goes deeply in the lair

I taste your cum, that there resides
Her lips taste of her own
She wraps her pussy 'round you
So it's not empty and alone

Puts a Creole curse upon you
Will not go limp or droop
Until she's fully satisfied
You may not close the fucking loop

She walks you to the dining room
And sits you in a chair
Straddles you and slides you in
Resumes the fornication there

As she's rising and she's falling
She rotates her hips and squeezes
The curse you're in, won't let you cum
Does not matter how she teases

Her nipples are enticing
They're there to suck and chew
You desire so much to cum in her
Your balls are turning blue

Then and there you feel her heat
And the tremble of  her bod
She digs her nails into my back
And she's shouting out, “Oh God!!”

“I release you from the curse you're in
Your orgasm's what I want
A powerful injection
Of your semen in my cunt”

You're pulsing and climaxing
As you feel her pussy purr
Two orgasm's intermixing
As you cum inside of her

This poem is almost over
Must clear up a thing or two
I was also in attendance
My cock always was the “you”