Black lace and a pretty face

Black lace and a pretty face

Ping goes my mobile phone, its a picture of your smiling face, then comes another of you wearing sexy lace

You look so very sexy, Black lace adorning your sexy curves, a picture so erotic, it's more than I deserve

I cannot take my eyes of it, you've really turned me on, now my mind is wandering, it didn't take that long

In my mind you glide across the floor, you sit upon my knee, you look and smell amazing, I can't believe that you're for me

I run my hand across your skin, to your neck I press my lips, I hear you let out a sensual sigh when I give your skin some nips

My hand feels you through your soft black lace, your nipples harden to my touch, you feel my manhood stiffening, has my hand slides towards your crutch

You spread your legs slowly as I run up inside your thigh, as I stroke you through lace panties they get wet just as you sigh

I slowly move them to the side, I start to stroke your Rose, my manhood is at full mast, my desire starts to grow

I slowly spread your petals, I slide a finger deep inside, I pull it out to taste your juice, it makes you open wide

I suck you off my fingers, I dance in circles on your clit, you begin to breath harder, the first orgasm arrived in a short bit

Juices flowing down my hand, I push another finger in, slowly I thrust them in and out, as I whisper words of sin

I tell you that I own you, you're a playground for my lust but you know that I adore you and this is built on love and trust

I pull down your wet panties now I'm wanting more, I push you down onto your knees, and toss the panties on the floor

I rub my shaft along your wetness, I push myself in deep, I feel juices running down your legs as again your pussy seeps

I'm pounding deep, I'm pounding hard, you push back with every thrust, we are in perfect symmetry fueled by love and lust

You begin to scream out loud, I want to hear my name, I love the thought of owning you, it's such a sexy game

We both come together your full of my creamy seed, you climb up to hold me tight, aftercare is all we need

Then I'm awake and all alone, looking at pics of your pretty face, that was one hell of a dream started by you wearing soft Black lace

Ron