NowWry smiles with eyes lockedStanding there, lustful looksWhat you want you will haveGrab your arse, pull you inLips lock, hips grindYour hands demand clothes offI comply (with help)Your turnNow naked in the semi darkHands resume with purposeDeft, willing
ableYou sit in front of meGrabbing my arse and pulling me inLips lock, I moanGod you're good at thisMy turnDon't want you to stopBut I want more of you tooPush you downLaying above youStarting with lips on lipsWorking down
Down, down, downLips and tongue strike
strokeDevouring you, want moreSlowly shifting upYou demanding to be fuckedMy thoughts exactlyPushing slowly and you moanDriving hard and you groanMy back, your nails, yesMind alight with thoughts of what's nextTo come to a convulsing end
no not yetWe have a few hours up our sleevesAnd there is so much to do
to youKnowing sly smileFun night aheadYou bent and up against the wall.Next.