Little Tits

Sweet succulent little tits,
Hard erect nipples on their tips.
So sensitive to teeth and nips,
Oh how I long to suck and lick.
Gorgeous pert little breasts,
A handful of softly squeezable flesh.
So beautifully adorned upon your chest.
Oh how I love the view, could you guess?
Sweet succulent little tits,
Hard nipples engorging my aching dick.
A site to see, to touch, to lick.
To wank upon to take cum slick.

Distraction Extreme

My tongue gently parts your labial lips,

It pushes up slowly to seek out your clit.

Lapping along your moist fragrant slit,

Rousing my senses with an adrenalin hit.

My cock hard, it bulges skin taut,

My mouth on your cunt what’s always sought.

Oh my god! I could cum at just the thought.

Of orally unleashing that orgasmic onslaught.

Now where was I, before my mind slipped?

Oh yes, I was approaching your throbbing lil clit,

My tongue was just about to flash and flit,

I was going to lift you out of body skilfully with it.

But my cock’s so hard, no longer lank.

I’ll have to end here to nip off for a wank.

You have the thought of cunnilingus to thank,

For this premature end, as this prose draws a blank.

 

Snuggled Up And Happy

Snuggled up and happy,

Feeling each other’s warmth.

Giving in a kiss,

Feeling what’s sought.

Soft languid passions,

Pour from soul to soul.

Love laced with lust,

Pleasure our collective goal.

Hands feeling out,

Fingers please with touch.

Pushing in and pulling off,

The tension builds so much.

Your wet salvation given,

As my hardness fills your hand.

Cumming for each other,

Natural design no grand plans.

Snuggled up and happy,

For we know what we like.

And that won’t be the last time,

We cum for each other tonight.

 

 

Neither Our Demand

I like watching my pink substitute slide into your cunt.

I love hearing you moan, enjoying the moment.

I adore the times that you jerk into bliss.

That orgasmic smile, that look of shock as you get your fix.

I hate that I’m not there in place with my cock.

I despise that a toy gives some of what I’ve got.

I abhor that I’ll substitute you with my hand.

For neither are the real thing which we demand.