The Wash

She screams for me; To come to her,

Down in the laundry room; With such urgency,

Rushing like it's an emergency; Help with her problem,

Shes sitting naked on that machine; Awaiting craving me,

Begging me to take her; Through each cycle,

Like a cyclone; I go down swirling my tongue,

Tasting the best juices; That's ever filled my mouth,

Not understanding any words; That she's moaning out,

Just how she's grinding; Hands reach down for me,

Horny as never before; Leading to this moment,

Not holding it; The eruption flowing,

Not sure how much the vibration; Helped her reach this peak,

Whispering "come to me"; Sucking on her clit,

"Give me what I want"; "Let me get that dick",

Wash drain to the spin cycle; Her pussy debilitating too,

Slide my erection within; Locking her legs in my biceps,

Pulling her into me; Digging between her thighs,

Her mouth opened wide, But not a word spoke,

Her eyes rolling back; As if she's possessed,

Just obsessed with this loving; Body pour out sweat,

The feel of my depth; Massaging her spot,

The intensity so hot; Working her while the load spins,

The harder and deeper that I'm in; She's jumping... I'm popping,

Has her wondering; What she's got herself into...