UNDER THE PIER

Her juices and my tool got up,
each other made ready to tup,
she led me to the landing strip,
through which she guided my stiff tip.

As she took in, more deep, my cock
our bodies moved, began to rock
until we were slapping away
in fervent rhythm like in hay.

As we fiercely end-to-ended
all sense of time was suspended,
not caring who might overhear
our on-beach thrusts from under pier.

My own untrimmed wild nether hair
rubbed pleasing on her skin left bare,
I sensed from the oohs-aahs rising
from her throat amidst our writhing.

When my tip caught on her g-spot,
I concentrated it a lot,
raising more moans of ecstasy,
making session more slippery.

Amidst her walls now contracting,
quota of my seed exacting,
which overflowed in abundance
at climax of the performance.

I did not get off from the ride
until I heard advancing tide
begin to hit the pier end posts.
Stay one more hour we'd now be ghosts!