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Dipping

When we go out dancing
And the music's playing slow
Our bodies touch together
In the places apropos

Your nipples pressing on my chest
My dick between your hips
My hands caressing on your back
Preparing for the dips

I dip you back and kiss your lips
Leg up between your thighs
Rubbing on your oozing pussy
In my ear I hear your sighs

The music's done, we leave the floor
And head for our hotel
My cock is ready for a dip
It has begun to swell

My fingers fondle 'neath your skirt
And find your moistened slit
You wiggle down around them
 I insert them just a bit

Your blouse hangs from the bed lamp
I nibble on your nips
My pants are down around my knees
Cock surrounded by your lips

I lift you up and on the bed
With your ass right on the edge
With hands on knees, I spread you
For my fornicating sledge

My dick now does the dancing
As it dips into your dew
That  showers me with welcome
As we both enjoy the view

My cock is slowly sinking
Into your hot and wet abyss
You lift to offer me your lips
For a tongue entwining kiss

Our pubic bones colliding
With much gusto and a crunch
I think it's time we took a break
And stopped awhile for lunch

We decide to have some fast food
Your steamed clam is good for me
As you dine upon my sausage
And the meat balls that you see

You're a smorgasbord of pleasure
 I enjoy your steaming spread
While your teeth are taking nibbles
On my schnitzel, shaft and head

No cutlery required
As we feed from hand to mouth
As we finish up the luncheon
My hard dick is headed south

I return it to the oven
That was turned on by the break
You sauce  it at insertion,
You orgasm and you quake

It's covering my meat balls
As it's streaming from your fount
You're basting my primed pecker
More times than I can count

We continue 'til the timer beeps
Your pussy's pulsing on my rod
My dipping dick is throbbing
And you're screaming out, “Oh God!”
Written by eightmore
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Author's Note
I still enjoy slow dancing.
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