The Ball

It was a warm summer's eve
when something happened you won't believe.
An angel stepped through the door
black silk dress, down to the floor
and her masquerade mask was of Raven
her movements subtle but yet so craven.
Slowly, quietly drifting through the crowd
turning every head , making her man proud.
She finally reaches me and smiles
the type of smile that goes on for a while,
I could see her breast under her dress
heaving, almost in distress.
"Hi." She says so warm and husky
her perfume, something vanilla and musky
"Hi." I manage to reply
finding my eyes trailing to her exposed thigh.
After hours of dancing and laughing,
she grasped my hands and pulled me in
"Courtyard, now." So off we went
feeling like an arrow cupid had sent.
Quickly we reached our destination
and without any hesitation
she reached for her mask clasp,
"Leave it, please." I manage to gasp.
Slowly she drops to her knees
taking me fully into her mouth with ease,
after what felt like paradise
she stood up and said it would be nice
if I could fuck her here and now
so I bent her over a bench and began to plow.
In and out fueling our lust
forgetting our strangeness with each thrust
she rolled over on the bench like a pro
and made me slide inside her with one go.
Quickly I could feel the eruption rising
knowing her rowboat was capsizing,
she slipped me out at the last second
dropped to her knees for seconds
sucking me to the point of no return
watching her revel in my cum like a prize to earn.
"Thank you for feeding my thirst."
She said and began to make it worst
as she pleasured herself one last time
squirting on the bench, like a juicy lime.
Gasping and panting, she smiled and said
"Shall we?" And back inside she led.