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In my mind at the moment
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hand slides downward towards your mound,
his fingers find those swollen lips,
glistening from where arousal drips,
on aching pearl, thumb swirls around.
your rising hips demanding more,
but he’s in charge, so you must wait,
fingers probing as you dilate,
rubbing walls just like you adore.
ragged breath as he teases quim
and fingers find the sweetest spot,
while others probe that luscious bott,
before he pulls you towards him.
hardness rubbing between those lips,
lubricating with seeping lust,
buries deeply with one firm thrust,
as you push back with grateful hips.
from his mouth, filthy phrases spew,
he once more claims you as his own,
you feel how hard and large he’s grown,
as manly fullness stretches you.
muscles clenching along his length,
as your hips move in harmony,
sating that lusty gluttony,
when not to come, takes all your strength.
biting your lips, while thrusting back,
as his fingers press at your arse,
relaxed enough to let them pass,
that frantic bucking doesn’t slack.
squeezing down hard, as he looses,
deep in depths, hot pulsating spurts,
at his command, those gushing squirts,
drenching him, thighs with your juices.
hand slides downward towards your mound,
his fingers find those swollen lips,
glistening from where arousal drips,
on aching pearl, thumb swirls around.
your rising hips demanding more,
but he’s in charge, so you must wait,
fingers probing as you dilate,
rubbing walls just like you adore.
ragged breath as he teases quim
and fingers find the sweetest spot,
while others probe that luscious bott,
before he pulls you towards him.
hardness rubbing between those lips,
lubricating with seeping lust,
buries deeply with one firm thrust,
as you push back with grateful hips.
from his mouth, filthy phrases spew,
he once more claims you as his own,
you feel how hard and large he’s grown,
as manly fullness stretches you.
muscles clenching along his length,
as your hips move in harmony,
sating that lusty gluttony,
when not to come, takes all your strength.
biting your lips, while thrusting back,
as his fingers press at your arse,
relaxed enough to let them pass,
that frantic bucking doesn’t slack.
squeezing down hard, as he looses,
deep in depths, hot pulsating spurts,
at his command, those gushing squirts,
drenching him, thighs with your juices.
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