Waking up horny on Sunday morning.
Stretching out into our bed, “You’re still here? Thank God,” I said. A sigh, a groan a sexy poke, My fingers moving as you woke. Sunday mornings, they are the best, Stay in bed - but not to rest, Exploring you: I’m heading south, Taking you into my mouth. A suck, a lick that’s all you need, My mouth soon filling with your seed. Another suck, and your cock grew, A hunger, a...Read On
Added: 17 May 2013 | Category: Love Poems |
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