Mm… He Keeps Me so Poetically Wet (A Duet With Tenderloin)

I love blending my soul with yours  
His lips roaming over my skin following the droplets of a wet honey pour  
Mmm… his hands blindly feeling over my voluptuous curves  
Closing my eyes, parting my thighs, wanting him deep inside me, surrendering my will  
Once he eases inside my warm honeycomb needing the feel of his hard width plummeting, breathless while he circles his length into my moistness  
The tip of his tongue outlining my lips, kisses under my chin  
 Wrapping my legs around his back, making sure he’s easing in and out all of this dewy mist  
Teasing me with his thrust… slowly withdrawing  
 
I will take hold, being bold  
Positioning that dildo nearby and pushing it into you keeping it there  
While I take my tie and cover your eyes  
So that you can only concentrate on the sensation of my hand  
Smoothing over them, pinching at the nipples in quick, short bursts  
Cupping you on the underside before delivering a lick or more  
to the soft invitations  
   
Dragging it out while stroking my hard cock  
And that tip you know so well colliding against you  
You can't see it, but you feel that tip at your lips  
And your mouth instinctively takes it in  
Wetting it for my continued concentration  
   
Pulling it from your pucker  
To return it to your wetness sliding it in the crevice of that gorgeous hotpot and going back and forth  
And you try to catch it again, but I am too quick  
Pressing deep into you with fingers clamped to the nipples  
 
I am amused to see you shudder  
When you feel the hot cum blast shoot against the skin  
And the delight of a continued shot that hits a nipple  
 
Mm... oh yes, eye to eye, an intake of breath
Palming my ass, double humping my sugar walls, sticking his tongue in my ear  
Our animalistic scents sailing on the midnight breeze in the hunger of lust  
His penetrations sinking deeper and deeper into my creamy gifted wish  
Then a slow gyrate, his mouth blanketing mine  
Shifting my hips while riding the hardness of his sinking grinds  
Oh baby…sss… I feel my pussy beating, ahhh … darn it  
Baby I’m about to cum  
 
Go ahead sexy... give me the wetness of that butter rum  
He knows I’m a prisoner in his sheets to the rise of the sun  
My pussy gripping his dick, mm… hum… needing to feel the nature of his penetrating width, yanking of his throbbing arousal, then the burst  
Right after he makes my pussy cave around his girth  
Moving faster in my sticky icky  
My essence keeps him sinking, siphoning off my pussy squirts  
   
Even I hadn't noticed that it had made you so hot  
You'd been fucking yourself with that dildo  
While I was fucking your tits  
Is that the upper attention you'd been hoping for?  
Maybe I should see the evidence of your wet fingers?  
 
Oh yes… lick the essence off each finger  
Impatiently smearing the taste of me around my mouth  
Mmm... Kiss me, my tender poet  
 
Oh, sweet mercy yes…