Bad Boy

Being a bad boy again I see, in my
room you show me how truly bad
you can be
my back pressed into the wall, hot
breath  against  my lips
your hardness growing thicker, making
me ache for the swollen tip
My legs around your waist, you
drive your hardness into my
soft folds
your harsh whisper in my ear, hearing
you groan as i do like I am told
Nails digging into your back, hips
grinding against each other
with each moan you would only
get rougher
Our bodies drenched in sweat, as we
explode and stare into each others eyes
we slip to the floor slowly, with you
still hard between my thighs