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Her Scent His Smell

Her scent his smell
A lover’s triangle I’ve tried to desperately dispel
The aura of him staining my heart
My soft sexual BDSM pet as she willingly plays her part  
Some would say I have the best of both worlds  
Yes, until the emotions get tossed when one’s passion become this oyster’s main opening pearl  
His dick, oh it feels so good deep inside me kissing my wet walls while deep on patrol  
Lifting me, my legs enfolding around his back, bouncy bouncy baby, desire is our lustful console  
Then laying me on my back, my legs in the air  
Moaning out his name his thrust deeper, without any care  
No breaths he gives me to spare  
  
Back arched, breasts palmed, awaiting his domination, my inner sanctum craving  
His grunts ringing out, from my pussy seesawing, his tongue caving  
Taking my mind beyond the moon, the stars  
Envisioning the taste of her, the alluring scent of her cunt, my mentality quickly jars  
  
Confessing to the skies he needs me, our secret, gratification from the rapture of our carnal sins  
Yet, feening for his woman’s sweet and tight pussy, as his dick sinks inside me over and over again  
Needing them both in the sea of my insanity for ratification, gratification, my wicked desires  
This obsession to please, tease, my body they appease will never expire  
Mm…. such the damsel in distress, when playing with the touch of fire  
  
Impatient kisses to my skin, his two fingers sliding in  
Smearing my juices to my breasts  
His mouth tasting the rest  
Blanketing me with coats of unbridled lust  
In the realm of satisfaction, no trust  
To climax in her mouth, on the tip of his dick, a sweet must  
  
Consume me baby  
My fetish whore, yet, his seductive lady  
She licks me so gently, as dining off my inner pinkish silk  
His dick my pussy gloves, gliding deep inside my sticky icky, up and down the length, his cum my tight wet walls milk  
  
Settling me on the headboard legs gapped open  
Admiring my art form for the passion he has hungrily awoken  
Then scooting in licking the passion of his wet crime  
My legs over his shoulders, linking my palms around the back of his head, making him all mine  
His palms cupping my ass  
Head thrown back against the wall with every tongue indenting lash  
  
Oh, he’s got me  
My pussy he does please  
Sliding down on his erection  
Sweet mercy... wetness at every twist, downfall of such sweet conviction  
A lover’s triangle, mm.. with me in the middle  
My cunt she plays like a Maestro with a fiddle  
His lyrics, kissing me submerging his hard length, deepening inside me, hands above my head  
Drops of paradise found in my bed  
Her climax, his release, the beauty of having both, mmm.. I think that’s enough said
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
Ambition is a lust that is never quenched but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.

Thomas Otway
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