January 22, 2012

• warmth for a cold winter night

  danger, danger, will robinson. it ain’t about hot chocolate.

  two naughty ladies on xanga @adamswomanfell

   

  hunger in her eyes, in her thoughts. blood rushing,

  settling in deep, dark, wet place

  need pounding as she saw the turgid, pulsing cock-

  proud, thick, jutting forward

  yes, she wanted. wanted to feel that cock

  slide slowly dip deeply into her steamy hot mouth

  she took it without asking- took it as far as it would go

  feeling each ripple, each ridge until the smooth cap touched her throat

  and she held it still savoring the musky tang,

  the heat, the fullness of his manly probe.

  swallowed slowly.

  drew her mouth gently away,

  sucking the length, tongue pressed against flesh

  her tongue dipped around ridges and across the expanse

  licking at the sweet offering he gave her

  licking the whole length of the gift

  swirling tongue gently around the love sacks

  again pressing tongue against flesh

  returning to the head, lips to kiss

  before the need overwhelmed her

  and she took the member into her hot mouth

  sliding as she sucked, once, twice, a hundred times

  faster, slower, gentle, hard.  Always hot and wet

  always hungry, so hungry.  For the prize.

  his soft moans let her know the prize was soon

  hot cum squirted.  she swallowed again and again.

  not a drop wasted.

   

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