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Doggy Style

I thought about you for a moment today, as I
bent over in front of the mirror. Felt myself smile
as A vision of you watching me eased across my mind.

I always wondered what it was that you see when you look
at me that way. So I found myself standing, then undressing
and re arranging mirrors, one in front and one in the back,
so I too could see what you see.

I closed my eyes and imagine the feel of your
hands as they played erotic melodies over shoulders
down arms, between fingers, around my waist .
felt your lips against my neck as you softly
commanded me to open my eyes.

So lost was I under the spell of you
I never once noticed that my fingers were not yours.
I watched as your tips moved between thighs.
mirrored your movement as you dipped
in the sauce of me.

The feel of lips along my spine had me bending
and arching my back as your hands gently position
me just the way you like. Looking over my left
shoulder I see the soft dip in my spine as you
spread hands around hips. I watch mesmerized
as you follow the curves and dips of my body.
From your fingers running from neck to shoulders
down spine to hip, over my booty bubble, down thighs
as you slowly open legs . It's in that moment
I feel my breath catch , then I inhale my scent
as she looks back at me.

Soft and wet she beckon from hidden folds.
the pressure of your hand causes me to bend deeper
and again I watch her as like magic she opens more.
showing off the pink of her petals the dew that
glistens and I see now why you lick your lips
so much.

Because I too see the picture you see as you
enter from behind . So inviting she is as she closes
lips around tips only to squeeze you tightly
while you rest restless in her warmth.

I see the sheen that collects on my back as you pull
hips closer. Her moisture coats your rod
each time you retreat . I see my ass shaking
each time you move so flawlessly into each
stroke . I see the look in your eyes as
you grab ankles and ruthlessly pound
away at her. Hitting her G spot over and over
again cause her to become hotter and wetter.

I see why your breath catches when you slow down
and watch as she grips you tighter. I too was lost in
her,she seem to open and close at your will,and  
maybe it was the feel of you embedded so
deeply in her or the way she smiles at me each time
you pulled out. That had me screaming as I watch the stream
that flowed from her mouth, and at the moment I stopped
breathing ...

and understood  the craving to see her
welcoming smile as you spread my legs wide.
because, I too in that moment wanted to
drop to my knees and worship her.
Written by Eccentric
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