His eyes observe the world of wonders in front of him. As his heart races, the hormones are no longer dormant. His eyes close involuntarily, following her hand lines. She feels her fissures open up, the more she closes in on him. His breath comes in fast and raw gasps, reminiscent of his geysers. Very much in need of his warmth, she rides astride the mountain. As his peak hits her hot spot and her own magma flows. His volcano erupts in an explosive high as her ass falls.
The war I always have to fight with your clothes never seems fair. Button after button like coins in a metre for my fare. But tonight, the few silk bodies were dressed in your skin. As my tongue ate them up before heading for the win. I was thirsting for you but you said you were just a snack. But I quenched it by feeding, as you lay on your back. You clawed as my appetite rose and so did my zeal. As I took my last gulp, you exploded into a meal.
The walls grumble when you slam the door shut with a kick. A fussy eater but apparently I’m your pick. Your hands are frisky when you’ve been waiting all week. They only move slowly when you find what you seek. You have me fully on display when I only meant to peek. Your fingers dancing their way up to my peak. My eyes slightly close, forgetting you’re a sneak. They soon open wide to find your body driving stick.
My hair rises every time you whisper by my right ear. My eyes light up to you delivering the erotic news. Your hands make their way to the mic fearlessly. Soon your lips follow them to this private speaking. As my mind follows each of your sensual licks. Your experienced tongue is busy sealing all my leaks. You bring your skilled interview to an abrupt stop. Dropping the headline and climbing atop.
You let these fingers take a walk on your back. A slow sensual massage as I navigate your all your hotspots. I make a stop at your thighs and take you on a wet journey. My hands roam, hiking and tripping all over your curves. Your hands fly to my belt and I land on my back naked. You climb aboard and set sail for this orgasmic voyage. I’m the passenger inside you but you’re the one who rides. You make back and forth trips but we both always arrive.
I was lonely at the pitstop till you rolled in. Ignoring the checkered flag, you crashed into my toolbox. As your radiator fumes filled my space, I wanted to fix you not your car. The bodywork still pristine, it was clearly the engine that needed my check. After spending much needed time under the hood. My strong hands already had you in a purring mood. As the urge to ride took over, you climbed up to the cockpit. Asked for my hand onboard to help reach your blindspots. You turned the key and we both felt the ignition inspiration. I slammed your throttle and we were both off to the races.
It has been a quick year and SHE can’t wait till August. You are stronger but can’t handle the insanity in her. You promised not to be late but arrive with the sunset. No time to waste, you soon make this African son rise. Your hands slowly fill up my desire to cuff you. They move fast as you’re worried about the curfew. Gently unmasking what you’re after then your legs lock down. SHE finds her cure in our clandestine entanglement.