And
One thing leads to another.
And then I sense your wandering eyes, Those roiling mists on darkening skies. And soft, pulsed beckons of your lips, Entreat across my naked hips. And kiss along my sleeping cock, To tease it into interlock. And your muff’s tickle on my pride, Succumbs to your rich, honeyed glide. And nipples proudly taking in, The goosebumps thrilling on my skin. And slow gyrations from your waist, Suffuse your heist with loving grace. A...