Type B

He's making tonight; All about her,

Yet has her own agenda; Of setting the tone,

Dressing in something crotchless; Lace with no cups,

Locking him to the headboard; To not disrupt her actions,

Sitting on his chest; Pussy and ass close to his face,

Enough to smell it; Not enough to taste,

Tease while she sucks; Getting him rock hard,

Licking his balls; While she strokes,

Straddle him reverse style; Riding him slow,

Put her hands on her knees; Start dropping it low,

Going off of his moans; Struggling to get loose,

Her juices flowing rapidly; So wet she gushing,

Pouncing up and down; Til finally he breaks free,

Taking control of her body; Aggressive and deep,

Obsessed with his physicality; Instincts that's beast like,

Untamed in a rage; On the attack,

Can be about her; Both needs and wants,

But she'll establish the quality; By setting the stage,

Implementing type A; By seconding type B,

To make her reach her peak; Leaving her mind blown...