My hands were thrusting against the kitchen slab
And he was whispering some sweet naughty words over my ears.
With his hard cock covered wet with the lube
And teasing up my ass-cheeks,
I moan as he bites my ears…

His sweaty chest leans over my sweaty shoulder blade,
His left arm stroking my stiff cock,
And right arm teasing my puckered hole…

Spreading my legs as he whispers those sweet magical words…
I ache for his love,
I ache for his soft kiss and rough thrust of his hard dick through his soft words… 

I moan as he spells those magical words,
I moan as he thrusts deeper and deeper,
I moan as he fucks me,
I moan as we come unilaterally and share a deep kiss...

My thighs are dripping wet,
As he leans and says,
“Isn’t this love, honey?”