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The Winner Takes All.. Oh, My You Are So Handsome
Wheeling Island Hotel-Casino-Racetrack
1 South Stone Street
Wheeling, WV 26003
My and my girlfriend decided to go to dinner in the hotel we were staying in for one night
After we took in all the sights
I had on my licky edible black thong
Gambling chips in hand to last us all night long
We tried our hand at Craps, neither one of us won
The moment to mingle was all in the fun
You know my eyes always surveying the scene
Mm… just watching the handsome men who ventured into the high-roller private saloon
Deep pockets with Platinum Credit Cards, Rolexes clap around their wrists, willing and ready to spread the love if you know what I mean
Mm… I wanted to have a little fun in this early evening of desires my main ingredient for a night of simply perfection
I excused my present from the slot machine without hesitation
My black silhouettes making it across the casino
Blushing with all the eyes trained eyes on my derrière, watching my femininity softly flow
Craving that dominating male contact
Sashayed my Creole hips over to where several men were playing Blackjack
My eyes mesmerized by stakes of expensive chips
I now wished I wore my back dress with the plunging neckline, if I leaned forward, you were treated to the view of my perky tits
Driving the male population stir crazy when I’m seductively licking around my lips
My lone finger outlining my glass, mental foreplay in the silent invitation, most men flashing an entice always a nod of the head for this gift
Hoping for that initial eye connection, silk sheets while fingering my clit
Tasting the ambrosia of my skin, spreading my thighs, teasing my soft folds, mushrooming it with his hard dick
Needing the stimulation of his arousal once locked deep inside my creamy cunt.. gloving his love, oh sweet mercy what a perfect tight fit
I inched in, pretending to indulge the table of House winners with a small clap
Leaning in, my breasts made home on this man’s back
Small touches to his lower spine, consuming the bait on my time
In between the dealer shuffling, he glanced around
His breath smelled like mint, our eyes locked, my beating heart, the only sound
His cologne I would love to wear all over my Chi when partaking in the lust of animalistic passion
While he's between my thighs, thrashing
The discovery of looking into a man’s eyes, knowing you got to flaunt it
His hands slowly taking the time to roam over my body knowing he can pleasure this
His face dipping to capture a breast
Wondering if my pussy would make his dick melt
Do my bodily thrills compare, talk is cheap, if you cannot keep a dick pumping in the sheets
Whispering in my ear asking me is my sex better than the rest
Oh yes... baby, put this ass to the test
His palms under my buttocks drawing me in
The feel of his masculinity pasted against my body, loving the warmth of his skin
Cupping my hanging breasts
Steadying the back of his neck
Gently reversing my butt cheeks in his face while his drools and spit seeps from my nest
Surrendering under a of Nirvana’s prism shades
Sending me when my carnal yearns bask in the height when rapture escalates
Tell me handsome do I taste like honey, the nectar of a sweeten peach… or cherry marmalade
Lifting me up, my legs entwine, licking up his chest
His finger darting in my ass, gyrating, cupping my ass, hammering in the creaminess of my wet
The darker the berry the sweeter the juice
His wicked tongue kissing the fountain of my butter rum essence, my sugar walls seeping and then running loose
His long finger hiding and seeking
Oh God… oh God, my pussy caving, gushing, leaking
Turning around stationing my back against the wall
Head bent back, his dick taking all
Palming the sides of my face
My lips lost in his taste
Oh…oh… moaning, clenching him tighter as he plundered deeper and deeper inside my pinkish pearl
His finger jiggling in my asshole, ecstasy always feels good when a hard dick is thrusting upward, got me breathless as his dominance unfurls
“Cum over my dick and spend the rest of the night with me,” he said
Eyes closed, my leg slipped he caught and held it, then lifting me over his head
His tongue flicks, his nostrils buried in my clit
My inner thigh linking around his neck, balancing me by my hips
Placing my palm on his head, moving to chase my climax as he continued to lick
Taking me to the carpet my legs opening steering his girth inside
He slumped his weight on my body, cupped my behind, double humped me, he felt so good, and that is no lie
Holding him, my back arched
My pussy walls were parched
To feel his erection explode
Calling out his name as my wet pussy his dick rode
Oh, yes... yes he strained his neck and release his pearly flow
My climax blending
His lips found mine, his brawny body moving in union, as passion was sending
We caught up with my bestie, still playing the slot machines
He left me satisfied in a state of euphoric serene
I was given by him a stack of chips
Then later, back at his private residence his body keep me reaching Nirvana's gist
1 South Stone Street
Wheeling, WV 26003
My and my girlfriend decided to go to dinner in the hotel we were staying in for one night
After we took in all the sights
I had on my licky edible black thong
Gambling chips in hand to last us all night long
We tried our hand at Craps, neither one of us won
The moment to mingle was all in the fun
You know my eyes always surveying the scene
Mm… just watching the handsome men who ventured into the high-roller private saloon
Deep pockets with Platinum Credit Cards, Rolexes clap around their wrists, willing and ready to spread the love if you know what I mean
Mm… I wanted to have a little fun in this early evening of desires my main ingredient for a night of simply perfection
I excused my present from the slot machine without hesitation
My black silhouettes making it across the casino
Blushing with all the eyes trained eyes on my derrière, watching my femininity softly flow
Craving that dominating male contact
Sashayed my Creole hips over to where several men were playing Blackjack
My eyes mesmerized by stakes of expensive chips
I now wished I wore my back dress with the plunging neckline, if I leaned forward, you were treated to the view of my perky tits
Driving the male population stir crazy when I’m seductively licking around my lips
My lone finger outlining my glass, mental foreplay in the silent invitation, most men flashing an entice always a nod of the head for this gift
Hoping for that initial eye connection, silk sheets while fingering my clit
Tasting the ambrosia of my skin, spreading my thighs, teasing my soft folds, mushrooming it with his hard dick
Needing the stimulation of his arousal once locked deep inside my creamy cunt.. gloving his love, oh sweet mercy what a perfect tight fit
I inched in, pretending to indulge the table of House winners with a small clap
Leaning in, my breasts made home on this man’s back
Small touches to his lower spine, consuming the bait on my time
In between the dealer shuffling, he glanced around
His breath smelled like mint, our eyes locked, my beating heart, the only sound
His cologne I would love to wear all over my Chi when partaking in the lust of animalistic passion
While he's between my thighs, thrashing
The discovery of looking into a man’s eyes, knowing you got to flaunt it
His hands slowly taking the time to roam over my body knowing he can pleasure this
His face dipping to capture a breast
Wondering if my pussy would make his dick melt
Do my bodily thrills compare, talk is cheap, if you cannot keep a dick pumping in the sheets
Whispering in my ear asking me is my sex better than the rest
Oh yes... baby, put this ass to the test
His palms under my buttocks drawing me in
The feel of his masculinity pasted against my body, loving the warmth of his skin
Cupping my hanging breasts
Steadying the back of his neck
Gently reversing my butt cheeks in his face while his drools and spit seeps from my nest
Surrendering under a of Nirvana’s prism shades
Sending me when my carnal yearns bask in the height when rapture escalates
Tell me handsome do I taste like honey, the nectar of a sweeten peach… or cherry marmalade
Lifting me up, my legs entwine, licking up his chest
His finger darting in my ass, gyrating, cupping my ass, hammering in the creaminess of my wet
The darker the berry the sweeter the juice
His wicked tongue kissing the fountain of my butter rum essence, my sugar walls seeping and then running loose
His long finger hiding and seeking
Oh God… oh God, my pussy caving, gushing, leaking
Turning around stationing my back against the wall
Head bent back, his dick taking all
Palming the sides of my face
My lips lost in his taste
Oh…oh… moaning, clenching him tighter as he plundered deeper and deeper inside my pinkish pearl
His finger jiggling in my asshole, ecstasy always feels good when a hard dick is thrusting upward, got me breathless as his dominance unfurls
“Cum over my dick and spend the rest of the night with me,” he said
Eyes closed, my leg slipped he caught and held it, then lifting me over his head
His tongue flicks, his nostrils buried in my clit
My inner thigh linking around his neck, balancing me by my hips
Placing my palm on his head, moving to chase my climax as he continued to lick
Taking me to the carpet my legs opening steering his girth inside
He slumped his weight on my body, cupped my behind, double humped me, he felt so good, and that is no lie
Holding him, my back arched
My pussy walls were parched
To feel his erection explode
Calling out his name as my wet pussy his dick rode
Oh, yes... yes he strained his neck and release his pearly flow
My climax blending
His lips found mine, his brawny body moving in union, as passion was sending
We caught up with my bestie, still playing the slot machines
He left me satisfied in a state of euphoric serene
I was given by him a stack of chips
Then later, back at his private residence his body keep me reaching Nirvana's gist
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