Her Chalice

Her chalice, damp with longing cupped
within the form of my grasping hand
pulling on her panties with vigorous approach
as she spread wide her thighs with a sordid
yet scintillating suggestion, when my tongue
rolled like liquid over her breasts past her
naval to find clarity submerged in the fruit's
of her wild confession. Writing exotic poetry
upon her swollen clit with my sex soaked tongue,
through the tear of seem's stripped of sensuality.
flicking at her peak of pleasure. whispering a
mantra of temptation conjuring a delicate dance
to our blissful song. and with serene devotion
captivated in motion, i pierced her entry of
pulsing penetration and pushed wild fornication
soaked in the fragrance of her temptation against
the hot walls of her pussy; tongue stretched long.


the look in her eyes as we locked embrace suggested
sensual unity, whilst her hips worked my cock into a
frenzy of fucking, oscillating extreme excitement;
every thrust sinking harder as my balls clashed with
the wet cheeks of her arse, like waves crashing against
a shore-line of silken pleasure, exploding sensation
drawing on my limbs like a vacuum from my centre
gathering momentum as i fought hard to contain the
virile ferocity wanting to force, with decadent demand
its way into heaven.

i gently slowed to a rhythm more reasonable to delicate
urge whilst wrapping my hand around her wild hair
trying to control her eagerness to be satisfied with firm
approach; biting onto her lip growling as a cue for her
submission.