You walk into the room, and it’s like I popped a shroom:
Tripping off the sight of whom I’ll be inside of soon–
Always losing inhibitions when I see such kinky beauty
In your stockings, tank top, mini skirt, with eyes that wanna screw me,
White lace beneath your shirt, matching garters through the skirt,
Now bite your lower lip, it’s so seductive—almost hurts:
You move so cool and smoothly, slender hips sway with a groovy
Side to side, I cannot hide all the excitement shooting through me
Through your teeth and thirsty lips, you lightly bite with every kiss,
Then wet my neck and press against me, gently rubbing on the tip
Until our tongues have intertwined and we overtly start to grind,
Tearing off your shirt, I drop the skirt and press your chest to mine
Building a pressure in my nethers—only you can make it better—
But this tension doesn’t lessen when my hardness gets you wetter
So I start the squeeze the cheeks behind your softly bobbing hips,
And gauge your breath with each caress to find the spots that make you drip: