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Pulsing

I can feel my pecker pulsing
In your pussy hot and tight
Shooting out my semen
In the middle of the night

My lips are on your nipples
Sucking as I'm fucking you
I wish this was not fantasy
And you were here for me to screw

To have your naked body
Grinding on my cock and balls
To have your pussy pulsing
As your wet orgasm calls

To have you squeeze me tightly
With the muscles of you cunt
As my stream of white flows in you
Is really something that I want

To hear you moaning in my ear
Screaming out, “OH, PLEASE DON'T STOP!!”
“It's time now that I fucked you
It's time for me to be on top!”

You straddle me and saddle me
Slide my throbbing cock inside
Your breasts are swinging over me
As you take me for a ride

Your ass is banging on my balls
Our cum is flowing to the bed
I think it's time we turned around
I'll eat you out, you'll give me head

We'll have a taste of what has happened
Your butter rum combined with mine
When it cums to making love with you
There is no place I'd draw the line
Written by eightmore
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Author's Note
Oh, for fantasy to become reality!
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