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Illicit Affair
It's been a while since our illicit affair
but the lingering memory of your soft lips stirs desire
that cannot be satisfied with just sweet memories
of your warm kiss, smooth cheek, cool neck
We set a date to meet at midnight
I can't wait a moment longer to pull you close and smell your scent
Our finger tips touch then gently fold into the others
Arms wrap around your waist as I pull you close
Soft breasts await my touch, nipples standing firm in eager anticipation
poking against the satin blouse as finger tips spark an excitement
Holding you tighter, lips meet with lurid passion
Locked tightly as tongues explore and hands wander
One button, them the next as I reveal soft breasts
Licking and caressing first one then the other
My tongue sparking fires deep within as I explore
the valley of flesh surrounded by mountains of your heaving chest
The curve of your back invites my caress to the round curve below
as hands fill with the loveliness of your backside
My swelling continues as you push hips closer
Fires rising, passions burning deep between our thighs
Kissing my way down your belly, gently tugging the snap of your jeans
reveals the lacy frill of gossamer panties, your woman scent beginning to fill my head
Tugging your jeans further reveals the outline of you fine woman flower
Just a drop of moisture in anticipation of the pending flood
With one swift move, I brush aside the fabric to reveal your shaven mound
Probing with slithering tongue, separating the folds of flesh
exposing your center of delight, lapping it like a little puppy
as I feel you press tightly to my face
Flowing like a river, your love potion bathes my tongue
dripping down my chin like the real passion fruit
Paying particular attention to your love button
I carve my name into your clit and your knees begin to quiver
Shaking almost uncontrollably, you push me onto my back
Squatting over my face, you bury your hot pussy once again onto my lips
Lapping your sweetness releases another flood that fills my mouth
and sends you over the edge to your first quivering orgasm
Can I pleasure you with another? Of course, as I suck in those luscious lips
Biting, teasing, licking your bud till you writhe with pleasure and pain
Filling my hands with the supple flesh of your ass, caressing your roundness
You once again grind your wet pussy down for a second round of oral satisfaction
This time, your fingers join our little pleasure party
Spreading your lips wide allowing me to impale my tongue deep within
Your love cave burning with carnal desire, loves libation gushing
Quivering knees signaling your approaching release
Frenzied digits stroking with wild abandon compete for the fleshy prize
Friction cooled by the flowing fountain, heartbeat racing as the pending rapture nears
Moving my hand I slip into each orifice, massaging you closer to the peak
Your voice screams out as you finally reach the summit
Warm kiss, smooth cheek, cool neck...and those oh so soft...lips.
but the lingering memory of your soft lips stirs desire
that cannot be satisfied with just sweet memories
of your warm kiss, smooth cheek, cool neck
We set a date to meet at midnight
I can't wait a moment longer to pull you close and smell your scent
Our finger tips touch then gently fold into the others
Arms wrap around your waist as I pull you close
Soft breasts await my touch, nipples standing firm in eager anticipation
poking against the satin blouse as finger tips spark an excitement
Holding you tighter, lips meet with lurid passion
Locked tightly as tongues explore and hands wander
One button, them the next as I reveal soft breasts
Licking and caressing first one then the other
My tongue sparking fires deep within as I explore
the valley of flesh surrounded by mountains of your heaving chest
The curve of your back invites my caress to the round curve below
as hands fill with the loveliness of your backside
My swelling continues as you push hips closer
Fires rising, passions burning deep between our thighs
Kissing my way down your belly, gently tugging the snap of your jeans
reveals the lacy frill of gossamer panties, your woman scent beginning to fill my head
Tugging your jeans further reveals the outline of you fine woman flower
Just a drop of moisture in anticipation of the pending flood
With one swift move, I brush aside the fabric to reveal your shaven mound
Probing with slithering tongue, separating the folds of flesh
exposing your center of delight, lapping it like a little puppy
as I feel you press tightly to my face
Flowing like a river, your love potion bathes my tongue
dripping down my chin like the real passion fruit
Paying particular attention to your love button
I carve my name into your clit and your knees begin to quiver
Shaking almost uncontrollably, you push me onto my back
Squatting over my face, you bury your hot pussy once again onto my lips
Lapping your sweetness releases another flood that fills my mouth
and sends you over the edge to your first quivering orgasm
Can I pleasure you with another? Of course, as I suck in those luscious lips
Biting, teasing, licking your bud till you writhe with pleasure and pain
Filling my hands with the supple flesh of your ass, caressing your roundness
You once again grind your wet pussy down for a second round of oral satisfaction
This time, your fingers join our little pleasure party
Spreading your lips wide allowing me to impale my tongue deep within
Your love cave burning with carnal desire, loves libation gushing
Quivering knees signaling your approaching release
Frenzied digits stroking with wild abandon compete for the fleshy prize
Friction cooled by the flowing fountain, heartbeat racing as the pending rapture nears
Moving my hand I slip into each orifice, massaging you closer to the peak
Your voice screams out as you finally reach the summit
Warm kiss, smooth cheek, cool neck...and those oh so soft...lips.
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