The wind blew her nightgown away,
Scanty as it was,
Then seemed to pause,
For sunrise to creep up her thighs,
She mindlessly smiled at me,
And grabbed at the window rails,
As a slave in a cage,
Then bent over,
And I swear I heard the words,
"Flog me".
I grabbed her from behind,
Placed myself at her line of symmetry,
And her legs parted in an acute angle.
I pushed her to the glass till it almost broke,
Then electroplated myself onto her till words in a disarray of alphabet and moans collapsed in her throat.
She turned and hurled her lips at mine,
Slow but furious.
I placed my palm between her thighs and made them quake like her whole body would fall on me.
We let the clothes dangle off our bodies,
On our trip to the bed.
A tiny puddle was already forming between her shrine,
But I wanted to torture her.
Push her body off the edge and make her crawl to me and beg for mercy.
I slowly circled her nipples,
Enslaving them between my fingers.
Grinding them softly between my teeth and drowning them in my tongue in such chaos that put her in pleasured anguish.
Kissed my way to her crotch,
And licked her open,
Before pumping my tongue into her,
She grabbed my head and grinded it so hard against her sex I swear we could have lit a fire.
I felt her muscles clamp my tongue then exploding into a wonderful spray ,
Fluid that tasted like nectar,.
I looked up to her face,
And she fell in love with the mess on mine.
I placed myself between her legs,
Her eyes brimmed with desire at the throbbing staff waiting to ram into her.
I placed her legs on my shoulder,
She arched back in surrender.
Head crashing into the rubble of pillow and sheets,
I rubbed the shaft along her entrance.
But she was already starving,
She pushed me so hard into her ,
Till her eyes widened ,
As her thick hips,
To the sudden wave drowning all her senses.
I made love to her and made her squeal like it was our first time.
Then bent her over and mounted her just how the animals we were allowed.
Groped her breasts so firmly and drilled her from behind.
The sound of our flesh ,
Slapping against each other.
She could no longer hold my length.
Instead,
She drowned me in a warm stream,
I dug into her a little more,
Before,
Flowing into her,
Letting go,
Looking into her eyes,
Making her taste herself on my lips.
Hands in her hair.
Her thigh between my legs.
My hands massaging her butt.
Parting those buttcheeks.
Turning her.
Hands on her breasts.
Listening to her purr away to sleep.
Rod between her ass.
"Just put it in there"
She whispers in her hypnagogia.
_morning. Moaning_
Elliepoet™
