it's in the middle of the day
sweat on our foreheads
fan's not helping at all
i lied still while you're playing mobile games
i got bored
your attention not on me
so i had an idea
a naughty one, at least
challenging you if you could focus
while playing, in between your knees
devouring everything in one blow
making you moan in low
but i guess that didn't work
i got up and pull off my pants
sitting on top of you
feeling the girth between mine
groans in unison
didn't know where to focus
me hovering above
or your game on the other hand
making my hips dance
in circular motion
throwing your head backwards
as i tease you slowly
distracted by what i did
couldn't handle the tension
banging me upwards
until we both came
almost forgot about the game
that you didn't notice
the hickeys i put
on your chest
𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒
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Parfume: Smells of Pleasure
PoetryHer moans of pleasure is like the sweet voice of the nightingale.
