On Bent Knees

On Bent Knees

Stroking his arousal awaiting for his fantasies to farther pursue
Allowing him to savor on the moistened essence of my sugary flavor  
The upward strokes of his tongue tasting the sweeten tincture of me  
His head twisting to the consumed rush of the need
Overtaken as the creaminess of my lust driven trickles and then marinating his oral fixation
Diminished drops of liquidated satisfaction
Coated remnants in the wake of my seepage dissolving

Enjoying my private stripper babe, most pleasurable when she doesn't come alone
Perky nipples and an apple bottom, a lickable pussy, who I tend to spend my cash on
Slowly untying her lacy bustier as she’s twerking to my finger in and out song
Got her drawing in rapid breaths, making her wait for the gushy prolong
Bending my head downward slowly licking all over a languish tit
Pushing her down on the bed, she’s now on my time
My knees gracing the carpet in a wicked fascination, parting her thighs

Pulling her to the edge of the bed
Dipping my head
Sampling the fruits of her Goddess’ juices
The tip of my finger aiming for her tight bum
My tongue migrating deeper, jiggling side-to-side within the wetness of her
Listening to her pants, her submissive purrs
The power of her addiction, not shying away from my hunger
Her back bent, French tickling her soft folds, knowing she can't refuse her taste from me any longer