Wanting..... (Final)

Positions reversed,

Hm on top,

I on the bottom,

He put one leg up on his shoulder,

And slammed his hard baloney down the center of my swollen crack

He rammed his hard cock deep into my pussy willow,

He fucked me like a man possessed,

Grunt, stroke, grunt stroke,

My hips bounced off the couch cushions as he rode me hard and fast,

We feed our sexual hunger for each other,

Like two animals in the dark jungle of Africa,

Grunts, snarls, hair pulling, biting, claw raking...

He was in me so deep his cock touched every inch of my pussy walls,

Causing my womb to cream continuously,

Juices ran down my butt cheeks,

As he urgently feed me his long hard thick meat,

I heard his coming moan,

I felt his swell jerking inside my pinkness,

I felt his heat washing down my womb walls,

I felt his body go limp on top of mines

As we laid dripping wet in each other arms, catching our breaths,

I knew love making was now ready to begin...

Wanting 2 ....... Prose poem ...

Deep thrust,

Hips crush together,

Take off your clothes he moans,

I want to feel and touch all of you

My voice groan because the sex stopped,

But being wanted like that made me smile inside,

Blouse fall,

Skirt slips down over firm hips,

Bra is tossed at his head

Now take my clothes off

Shirt unbuttons and spread open,

Lips find nipples and suckle,

He moans, his legs squirm, then he push me back,

Clothes off he says again,

Fingertips slip his shirt off,

They unbuckle his pants,

The slide them down his ankle,

Oops forgot shoes,

Girly giggle,

Shoes off, socks off,

Paints fling into air

Tight briefs are pulled down to ankle,

Laughter fills the air as my body mounts its stallion

Pussy down slide,

Dick up glide,

Inside the slippery ride,

Of my pussy willow

A slow ride,

With wide hip gyrations,

That slipped his rock hard dick deep into the wake of my ocean,

Each slow hard stroke, pushes my dam closer to complete collapse,

A quiet inner scream escapes my lips as my dam collapse in an orgasmic  wave,

Of tremors and hight tides flooding past my folds

As I catch my breath, he changes positions...

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