Her first squirt. Poem

Her First Squirt – True Story

On our bed her body lay atop a sheet,
on her back is how she’ll meet,

my throbbing cock and all its glory,
so pay attention as I tell this story.

I stand afoot beside our bed.
Her feet in air beside my head.

My toes grip the carpet floor.
I thrust into her like a slamming door.

She rubs her fingers across her clit,
as I press my body against her slit.

Her moans I hear getting higher pitched,
the sounds she makes becoming more enriched.

I knew she’d cum like the thousand times or more,
but what happened next was nothing like before.

Her voice got louder, this is nothing new,
but against my body something did spew.

I pulled away and let her spill,
her juices onto me with no ill will.

I’d finally seen what I’d been dreaming,
a beautiful orgasm, my wife still creaming.

I saw her quake as her load was spent.
Her legs trembled, shaked and bent.

She giggled after, her body zen,
We’ll try this tomorrow, I want to see it again.

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