The Cat whose got the Cream ....again

The cat whose got the cream....again

I want to feel your love juice, running down my chin, a gift earned by licking, during a night fuelled by sin

Flicking, probing, dancing, running patterns on your clit, touching all the right spots on your delicious slit

Dipping in and pulling out, you juice it tastes so good, hunting for your cliterus, my tongues dives beneath your hood

Buried deep in ecstasy, I lunge and take small sips, I hold your pussy in close and tight, my hands hold tight onto your hips

We fall into a rhythm, as one we simply rise and fall, you offer your pussy to my mouth, I hungrily eat it all

You ride my face hard and fast, you drive each thrust and grind, you get more frantic, you begin to lose your mind

Head tossed back, you squat down deep, you moan, you clamp then scream, I'm covered in your love juice. I'm the cat whose got the cream.....

Again

Ron