it driven by the sounds of
a seductive plead, a stroll
past her mirror placed a face
on who her ears claim was in
need
Touch me.....
a soft streaming demand
one which easily could
of passed as a question,
her teeth pinned down
her lip a sign she acknowledges
her admirable reflection
Touch me......
Her words now supported
by a heated flow of air, passion
fled from her vagina as that
command breezed pass her ear
Her hair brushed aside
a set of lips greeted the back
of her neck, uncertainty questioned
this act by inducing her hand to
gradually check
They returned set. Her
fingertips moisturized
they've been orally prepped ,
her voice now assisted her
thought on what exactly should
happen next
Fuck me...
Penetrated by her tone
she's now filled with
inspiration, mentally
tamed to believe it's
sex absent a thought
of masturbation
Now under the influence
her hand makes way down
her chest, a ghost like stride
her tips a magnet to where
things seem wet
shielding her eyes from
the light enhances her
sight her thoughts are
now bright, she opens
her doors to what should
feel nice two fingers thick
imitating his pipe
Fuck me...!
Taunting herself implying
she doubles sensation, with
her other hand she thumb whips
her clit her body grows sick a
pleasurable infestation
Now her body grows weak
as her sickness grows deep
it's effect invades her core,
her stomach grows tight
as she calls out for christ
in the mix of begging for
more
As time grows thick her vagina continuously
spits on the verge to vomit that fact lends
force to her thrust, repetitive trips of
segregating her lips and finally her vagina
threw up
Hold me....
The fuel to her prize
lay before her eyes when
ever she gives sight to
a mirror, She's in love
with her frame so keeps
from thought a man as
thoughts of he wouldn't
produce an outcome this
severe
When she masturbates
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