She scissored her legs
Showed a pantless vulva,
A fascinating slot in flesh,
And he gazed at the pink aperture.
She danced her way to him
Shaking booty in sweet symphony,
Perched her butt on his laps
Emitting I-to-be-fucked scent;
She shrugged her halterneck
Breasts spurt spilling out,
Nipples red like cherries
And big like apples;
She leaned forward
Thrust her whole bust to his face,
Pulled it to the rift between her boobs
And told him to feast on her apples;
He sucked and nibbled
Bit and pulled;
Did a million things at once
Wished he had a million mouths.
He who had hands
Wished for octopussy
Not just a pussy
And pleasure her all over.
At last mouths attacked
Lips in perfect fit locked
Like the pussy and the cock
And the ride of all time began.
Copyright ©Rati, 2013. All Rights Reserved.
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