oh, yes!
yes!
yes!
harder!
harder!
oh, God, right there!
don't stop!
oh yesssssssss!
my passionate screams
pierce through the paper-thin walls
of our rented room
at the motel 6,
bringing excitement
to our needy neighbors
as well...
your hands are hot,
your body hard...
you press against me,
bare and stiff,
begging to enter
my heaven...
you crouch on the carpet,
naked body and impish eyes
propped on hands
and knees
softly stroking my silken skin,
you make your needs known
i cannot resist you
joining you down on the rug,
i take your hands and place them
where they'll produce
pleasure
you probe and rub and fill me
as i moan in tortured ecstacy
my hands harness your hardness,
stroking you softly,
building anticipation
toward a powerful climax
and i turn to face you,
kissing your lips
then trailing my tongue down
its pleasure path
toward your center
i lick up and down
my movements marking the swirls
of an imaginary candycane...
you taste like seasoned sugar
in my willing mouth...
soon your long wet tongue
is probing my core
first darting in and out
like a snake smelling its prey,
then teasing in tiny circles
that widen slowly
as my breath quickens
i see you have recovered quickly,
for you rise stern and stiff again
to greet me
unable to resist any longer,
you impale me
on your rigid dagger,
the pain of innocence
yielding
to passion's potent pleasure
as i ride up and down...
eyes locked...
breasts bouncing...
bodies sharing sensations
as you penetrate me harder...
deeper...
the morning begins.
