Fingers Fucking You

Your warm wet warmth feels so nice,

As my fingers probe to your delight.

Slowly teasing your arousal higher,

Adding fuel to your engines fire.

Pushing deep, stroking walls,

Lifting up to your g spot’s call.

Now your ready, your need is true,

Faster, harder, fingers fucking you.

Thrusting in like a Jack hammer,

You try to talk but words just stammer.

Until it happens, I feel the gush,

Your orgasm sparks that most delightful rush.

My wrist you grasp pulling fingers free,

You suck them hard, licking greedily.

A devilish smile appears upon your mouth,

And without a word you push my head south.

Iniquity’s House

I close my eyes and remember the feeling.

Your lips wrapped my cock whilst straddling my face kneeling.

My tongue lapped up along your wet slit.

My finger in your arse as I sucked swollen clit.

Your head bobbed up and down and you choked on my cock.

As I fingered you hard, my hand violently fucked.

And there we both came using hands and mouths.

We came fucking hard, in iniquity’s house.

Poking Through

I see your clit poking through,

The white cotton panties now soaked in dew.

I can’t help myself, I need to touch,

I need to massage your aching crotch.

And as you smile in perfect bliss,

I break away from lingering kiss.

To take my place between your thighs,

To gently slip wet knickers aside.

There she glistens, there she waits.

For my loving tongue and lips to sate.

The perfect lil pussy fragrant and warm,

The perfect partner for my hardening horn.

So now I feed, with ravenous greed,

A pig in feast, a boar in need.

Til you cum cunvulsing with shaking legs.

Opened wide on the corner of the bed.

But I’m not done I’ve an erection to use.

And before me glowing a girl so enthused.

So sliding in I feel your heat,

I feel the feelings we both find so sweet.

Fucking in full flight over and over the same.

Shuddering I cum and you cum again.

The perfect pair now lay gazing above,

Holding hands talking of love.

That is until the spark ignites again,

Deja vu you might think or say,

Cos I see your clit poking through,

The white cotton panties now soaked in cum’s dew.

And I can’t help myself, I need to touch,

I need to massage your aching crotch.

I need to fuck you again and again,

And luckily you need it just the same.