SEQUEL TO 'HUNGRY'

You have shown how much for me you are hungry.    
   
The first course of the meal you have already tasted, you are now roused to move on lustily to the second.    
   
Firmly and persuasively you grip my wrists to push my hands out your hair and backward toward my head.    
 
The ongoing thrust of your hands on my wrists opens up my armpits, exposing their shaven skin to the air.
   
You kiss your way up my body, between and on top my breasts, your wettened face leaving a honey trail towards my watching face.    
   
I in turn slide my back forward, downward for my face to meet yours while my hair trails behind on the pillows.    
   
Our lips meet for a tongue tangling and lingering kiss while your hands continue to push my wrists way past my head and shoulders to a point I can do nothing with them, Our hands and wrists converge like tent poles at the head of a teepee.    
   
You slide your rigid straight man-pole into my wet waiting nether mouth and rockingly begin to plant yourself within me.    
   
The fingers of my wrist-captive hands curl inwards and outwards while my legs twine around your waist and my walls contract around your cock until you have fired your load of satisfaction within me.