LED ME TO THE KITCHEN TABLE

We kissed and undressed in the kitchen,
till we were head-to-toe no-stitch-on.
'I'm hungry, not for food, understand?'
she asked, slipping a hand in my hand.

She looked to the unit over there,
whose formica top was polished, bare.
She led me to the kitchen table;
I followed her like stud to stable,

She climbed atop on her hands and knees,
I gave her a quick inside-thigh squeeze.
and gingerly inserted my finger
made anticipation linger,

The feel of her wet pussy dripping
promised an easy inward slipping
inside her for my male extension,
looking to give her full attention.

She moaned, grabbed my wrist, with 'Hurry up!
I want you inside, give me a tup!'
I joined her on the table behind
her, my upstanding end hers did find.

Backwards and forth on top we rocked,
our ends into each other's were locked.
On her swinging breasts my hands did play
as if I were kneading potter's clay.

I sensed as we progressed in thrusting
my balls were getting near to busting.
I told her, "I think I'm coming soon!"
She answered with whack of wooden spoon.

The inevitable was postponed
as I nursed where she'd hit me and moaned.
It was but a brief interruption;
we resumed, raced to full eruption.

She came all over the front of me
just as my seed shot out of my P,
filling the walls of her vagina
from my position right behind her.