opening layers
with delicate
deft
fingertips
letting you in
revealing
what lies inside
my fire
i know you'll fan
petals precious
and better yet
a filthy mind
i usually hide
until i know
it's in good hands
those hands are yours
now bury them
between my thighs
From needy hips you slip, straight into my grip. My stroke coaxing the cum out of you, painting my body in delicious hot ropes. Then straight back in you dip, my depths destined to suck the final drops of seed from you like the cum slut I am.
I need all of it.
Every single bit.