POETIC CAPTION TO PIC IN SHADOW STARZZZ'S 'SUNDAY'

Sun shines through the window.
I'm on top, him below
my skimpy-thonged backside,
sat between his legs wide.
 
My nipples are poking  
outwards, while hand-stroking
my gateway of wonder  
he's now seated under.  
 
My babydoll sits light,  
while his jeans getting tight  
on the standing man wood  
filling with his stirred blood.
 
There is no controlling
the rocking and rolling
that my well-rounded thighs
make against his man size.
 
I give out a chuckle
to hear him unbuckle
his jeans-upholding belt.
Soon his tip will be felt.
 
With wet thong brushed aside
and my legs opened wide
I turn on his torso
and help his wood in go.
 
With clever adjusting
we are soon thrusting.
I lotus on the lap
of my enthroned hot chap.