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A French Quarter's Breakfast In New Orleans

Shoveling, and giving me all that desire behind a solid stick

 

Umm… Good morning Handsome One

Before we part ways, breakfast is served on me before the rise of the sun

As you can see, only succulent fruit is laid out

Which, I’m sure your dick will have no qualms about

Sorry baby, no cereal, no milk

Only a sinful excursion to caress your libido as fine woven silk

I hope you have brought to the table an appetite to consume every presentable, bit by bit

An ongoing flame continuing from last night, under the covers, wow, what a weakening hit

Ass plugged, pussy ate, pussy sore, you shall please me once again with such manly care

Indulge this tri-fold before your feet, meets that jungle out there

A morning erection, with high volumes, is speaking to me

In our throne of passion my pussy now has that master key

Unlocked, as you’re now reloaded allow your pearly juices to flow free

Sexual tension hungrily calling out to my brown eyes

A yearning deep within, causing me to once again space my thighs

Dick will be thoroughly suckled, and then under your cock, balls will be slowly licked

Mouth juices lubricating your taut skin for a harden parting slip

Gliding inside of me for a lengthened dick split

As the helmet is navigating past my delicate clit

Umm, I love it when you talk dirty, as your hands are blindly roaming

It doesn’t matter if I’m cumming, or your releasing is bestowing

Spinning me emotionally, as your tongue laps the peaks of my tits

Shoveling, and giving me all that desire behind a solid stick

As you’re funneling inside a dipsy sea diving dip

My tongue has passionately flogged all over your skin

Bondage, its next of kin

My tongue wiggling inside the canal of your ear

Inquisitive eyes from other patios are watching, who cares, therefore, continue your steady steer

This wrought iron patio table, we shall thoroughly dine

The world our bed of lust, everyone eyes watching, as we physically grind

You’re sweating handsome one, escalating labored breathing

Dick violently pulsating inside of me, your body is wildly heaving

Our bodies instinctively interweaving

Juices mixing, opulent stimulations we’re achieving

In the mist of you aiming to please

Cupping the back of my knees

Pulling me to you, hammering your dick into that tight, narrowing hole

Giving this pussy all you have, with heart and soul

Damn, such a fucking turn on

For a sweet pussy invitation, you have surely won

Explicit moans as you’re piercing inch by inch inside this dampened hole and one

Caught me spineless while bending over, repeatedly calling out your name

While you were deep inside of me, indulging my freaky erotic games

A soft bite here a soft bite there

My signature soft scratches in the height of passion, mingled within your chest hairs

You’re sinking the length, the width parting me

Come on baby, allow my flow to gush as it flees

Climax seeking from manly intentions

Oh shit, your dick is unmercifully pounding my pleasure principle, one must breathlessly mention

Voyeurism from others, I think not

Not with you arrowing that rigid stick into a hot pocket shot

Just a taste of forbidden fantasies to set me free

No worries, this clandestine table affair is set, for only you and me

Fruit juices gliding down your tower of power

Seconds later, pollinating the nectar of my sweet smelling flower

Your head tossed back, moans of your manly contentment loudly echoed in the early hour

Your impatient tongue tenderly bathing my skin

Breakfast has past, brunch has now begun

Flipping me over, wrists bounded behind my back

Stroking your stiff erection for a quicken anal entry, allow your sexual frustrations to attack

Getting spoiled from your skillful pleasing knack

Body now laid adoringly, navel piecing greeting the table

Pouring in the crevice of my buttocks the taste of sweetened maple

On your knees, you go

Sniffing the essence, before, your tongue saps my syrupy pussy flow

This breakfast is sending me up… up… up, damn my mind has gone astray

Drilling, darting, twisting, oh it feels so damn good, what more could I moan to the heavens to say

You may need a napkin after licking the plate to wipe those dripping honeyed juices away

I like how you play the emotional strings of my body, as a harp, day by day

A spear of a tongue, cocooning my secret garden in the warmth of its fleshly sunrays

Your naked aggression

Student giving the Teacher such an addictive oral lesson

Mmm, such a silver platter brunch delight

Served al la carte to my sunken nooks during dawn’s early light

Baby, I loved my breakfast, brunch with you

Making me cum all over your face, your tongue, I’m taking an obsessional liking too

Lunch… if only under silken covers

I’ve got a slight chill out here for surrendering under carnal passion from my breakfast lover

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