Poem about lust.
I wonder if you would be able to get it up for me?
I would knock on your door, wearing nothing but my black over coat and heels. I would expect you to be alone, only needing one chair. I’ll undress you quickly, and then let you stare.
I’ll sit you down in your chair, and touch your dick, and rub you till your hard. Don’t say anything to me, except how you want me.
First I would open my coat. and let it fall to the floor, I would keep my heels on, and straddle you in the chair. I would not let you inside me yet, I would rub my clit and wet pussy, up and down your hard dick. I would lean forward to press my breasts against you, and want you to suck my neck. I’ll place you hands on my hips, and let you get in rhythm with me. I would be holding your cock in one hand, and massage your balls with the other.
As I grind against you, I would pump your cock, and run it up and down, and all around my wet opening.
I wouldn’t let your enter me, until you begged me please.
Just as soon as I feel your pre-cum, and I can feel your lubrication begin, I would then lift one leg around your head, and have your enter me from behind. We could stay in the chair, as long as you could stand, and grab me by my shoulders, and grind yourself into me. I would let you pump and grind with me, just as long as you like, then I would walk over to a counter or a couch, and bend over again, and beg for you to finish the job.
You can come at me anyway you like, just fuck me from behind. Hold my hips so tight I can’t move, and grind as hard and deep as you can. I can’t wait till I explode, and feel our juices rolling down my legs.
I want you ……….. I need you.
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