We fucked, She left.
Yet still I lust
for a lick of her tits,
a tease of her tongue.
Brushing lightly with my fingertips,
against her silken gingertips,
making her lick those parted lips,
and tease me with that tongue.
Her luscious hips providing grips
probing her bit by bit
with quick thrusts of my tongue.
The scent of her breasts still lingers,
scraping at my throat.
Delving deep with my oiled fingers,
I know it wont be long.
But the end comes fast,
and as we both climaxed,
her ragged breath steadying,
our bodies' sweat mingling...
Paid her $153,
she let me be,
as I was about to suggest,
that she stay with me.
We fucked, She left.
Yet still I lust.
Yet still I long.
Yet still I love.