Fatal attraction

Fatal attraction

Fishnet stockings
Black stilettos 
Red lace bra
And crutchless panties
Under a tight black mini skirt

His hands feeling
Her skirt pushed up
Bent over a chair
His fingers twisting hair

Pushing against tightness
A little resistance 
Warm and wet 
For his insistence 

The urgency
His and hers
The lust and sweat
Not ready to cum - yet...

The sensual slap
Of skin on skin
His hand smacks her arse
Turning the ride
into one of sin

Fingers gripping 
Her shoulders bruised
Pulling her into him
Both now so close

Hands closing around 
her slim throat
Fingers squeeze
tighter with the build up
Nearly ready for release

Their breaths faster
to match their movements
Gasps becoming moans
as their worlds collide
and subside with the ebb and tide
of their satisfaction

Damn that attraction

Although not fatal ...

At least not this time...