Looking up, you drop your bags
At the sight of......
Me.
Perched on the kitchen table,
Dressed in high heels and scented oil....
I bite my red-painted lip at your reaction,
Blushing all over.
You walk over slowly, escaping your shirt,
I slowly spread my long light brown legs,
Showing you my wet smile;
You kneel in front of me, eyes begging for permission....
to use your cotton candy key in this chocolate door.
I answer by grabbing your head, pulling your face,
just close enough to catch the incomporable scent
of
Me.
You partake, pushing my legs up into the air,
pleasing me incredibly without your hands.
Your fingers grip eager, erect nipples,
fingering a moan of pure delight
from my throat.
You dip a finger, deep inside my warm entrapment,
bringing it to my face to enjoy....
I close my eyes and suck your finger hungrily...
Damn...I taste good!
The other hand finds my joy hole,
as you suckle my sensitive pearl.
My lips grab your finger, nearing the point of no return...
Just as my fountain begins to shower,
You cover my pussy with your mouth,
swallowing any evidence of my expression of ecstacy.
Not a greedy person by nature, you kiss me deep,
sharing my poetic juices with me.....
So baby, how was your day?
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