Fifty Shades of Rapture

Flying first class  
No panties on, butter rum treasure on display, male eyes on my stash  
Discrete cash…  
Bathroom, bent over parting my butt cheeks kissing over my Creole ass  
Feet braced on his tailored suit supportive shoulders, derrière perched on the portal sink  
My pussy juices seeping inside his mouth, he hungrily drinks  

Tongue snaking in my kittycat deeper high above the clouds  
Stifled moans in our time capsule, a rule never to be too loud  
Twisting by many that doorknob, if sweet mercy not quite there, yet  
Door only opens after my climax, and his cum shot in my mouth has been met  
Down my throat the flavor felt  
Rubbing shoulders with money, sipping on glasses of Moet  
Made him hard again with whispered words…mmm… what a great pleasure to be a sexy poet  
    
Bathroom we rush          
As soon as the door seals, on his knees, dress hiked, sniffing, then tasting my royal flush          
I should write my name on the walls for this slip and sliding sin          
My garter in his mouth, grunting, cum blessing his beard rolling down the inner thigh of my supple skin          
Money, hotel suite for the evening already paid for          
Large bills, virility, and his little blue pill, an all nighter even more