Between lips

Quickly I turn
Face down
Face buried in pillows
Facing the rising need

Legs part
I’m remembering
Slick sounds
A slick body thrusting into me

Mouth open
A lazy moan slips out
A long groan slips out
A quiver winding tight

Bursting wide
A pretty peach so pink
Wishing to be touched
By more than just my fingers

11 comments

      1. The best kind are the juicy ones that just ooze on your face when eating it. The sweetness sticking to your lips, as it slides across the tongue. πŸ˜‰

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