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Take Me From Behind

Poetry By: lifeofrhyme

it's much more exciting if it's a secret quickie

Submitted:Aug 7, 2011    Reads: 2,101    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Darcy, was everything that 'he' wasn't;he didn't need to be, he just needed to be there; it could have been anyone; fortunately for Darcy it was him and he revelled in the simplistic ease in which she had leant against the work top and arched her slender back to offer up her tender moist sex. He lifted the long tight but flowing and almost see-through dress to reveal her perfect arse; tattooed on the right thigh and buttock space was a a small and pastel offering of flowers which drew him closer to her nectar and caused him a bulging, swelling parcel which he freed from it's prison...springing to attention and looking to the ceiling, his erection waited as he pulled her pink g-string to one side and exposed her tight pink and hairless love charm... a pendant of glistening pussy nestled between the heart of her inner thigh.

He wasted no time, he thrust his hard-on into her from behind with a force that made her yelp at first and then question herself about the choice she had made;

'Fuck it!' she said in her head, in for a penny in for a pound and spread herself a little more, widening her stance by moving her feet and leaning her head onto elbows placed firmly on the hard surface. Darcy pumped away like a teenager on a Class A drug, pausing only to mutter lines like ' your beautiful' and 'fuck yeah'.

After several minutes she stood and led him to the bottom of the staircase,where she leant fully forward taking her dress in her hands as she did so and presenting herself completely to him. He siezed the moment and once more went inside her hot, clamping, cunt. The peaks of her stupendous backside rapidly bought him to exploding point and skilfully she detected this and acted by pulling away and turning expertly in one swift move; dropping to the floor guiding his stiff tool away from her dress and placing her left hand around his veiny shaft... Briskly she wanked and tugged away, all the while her mouth slightly open and wet around the lips so as to lure him into thinking where his prick might end up but never actually allowing him to enter that place. Darcy came, five bombs of cum shot from the end of his erection followed by a pulse or two... she leaned forward and kissed the underside of the shaft, telling him 'good boy' in the process; and 'well done, you user!'

She stood and entered the kitchen, he followed with a cheesy grin and enlarged pupils; she lit a cigarette and searched for her car keys;

"Right" she said... "Back to reality" kissed him on the cheek and headed out the front door.


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