I kissed you hard.
my hands grovelling at your breasts.
touching.
feeling.
the soft caress.
it was like foreplay to me.
like poetry of the erotic.
as I buried my head underneath your shirt.
kissing.
tasting.
slurping.
I wanted you like a plague.
a disease that I couldn't do without.
my hands caressing your body inch by inch.
my fingers being easily seduced.
as they traveled to your rock hard abs falling in love with the softness I can't afford.
my fingertips kissing your waist as I devour your neck leaving dark red hickies along your collar bone as my tongue couldn't get enough.
suddenly my fingers made a mess of purple long hair massaging you explicitly.
my dick taking the plunge.
inside you.
in-between the soft kiss of your inner thighs.
the wetness consumed me.
drowning me.
taking me for a ride.
as you straddle me.
grinding hypnotically like a king cobra ready to strike.
my fingertips massaged your pussy I ate every piece of you.
as you had me tripping.
how could something so immorally bad taste so good.
my fingers caressing your pussy walls inside your pants.
you gasp.
you sigh.
you moan.
as we rock back and forth.
adrenaline brimming.
our every breath aching.
as your touch made me weak.
the kiss like poison yet sweet.
you grind on top of me.
knowing you can never get enough of me.
©darkmocha
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