September

I heard my voice getting louder as I was screaming his name.
Clawing at the sheets, the head board, anything you could name.
To reach out was frugal..the beating was brutal a pain I didn't want to end
The pleasure was numbing, sending my mind into a whirl wind.
All I could remember, was that it was a evening in September, when he came
Knocking at my door. When I answered, at first I just stood there in my bra and
Lacey underwear, trying to decide if I should let him step inside, but before I could
Think anymore he had already picked me up off the floor.


His smell was intoxicating. I was overdosing from his aroma and wanted more.
I licked on his shoulder as I tore his shirt from his body and he carried me through
My bedroom door. He laid me gently on the bed as he hand stroked my head and his
Lips kissed me softly, sending my senses into a frenzy. How I wanted this man to feel me.
He took his time on my body, sending shivers through it as he touched me, moisten what
Was already wet and throbbing, waiting for his member to enter into the ocean that waited
Deep inside me. He played in the shallow end for a while. Letting his finger test the waters
Making sure he'd be able to handle the currents once he let his boat leave the shore.


His lips moved down my body, raising my temperature higher than it was before. His hand
Massaged my bald and dripping pussy and one finger was just knocking at its entrance door
He smiled at me and said "looks she glistening." He stuck his finger in and swooshed it around then
Said "look she talking, are you listening?" Indeed my pussy was speaking volumes, a language he knew
All too well. Without further adue his lips met my lips and they had a conversation they've had many times
Before. He spread my legs as far back as he could, eating and sucking like a true lip master should. Had me
Reaching for things that weren't even there. Like something was going to appear out of thin air.
He flipped on my stomach and spread my cheeks apart, did I forget to mention that he made his tongue part.


Of the ass eating art? Oh my GOD! I was in heaven, he had me speaking in tongues with his tongue the way it moved in and out it made me want to SHOUT! He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face between my cheeks licking and slurping like he hadn't ate in weeks. He gripped my waist as I backed it up on his face, like my ass and his tongue were having a race, was he gonna reach first place? During this tongue lashing my legs were now thrashing as this orgasm was on the peek of explosion. He could sense I was almost there, he grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders so that I could move no more. I was totally at his command. I had given up all hope of trying to escape, I was locked in a pleasure filled prison. He made it his mission to make my sentence as long as he possibly could. Even with good behavior I did my time and I savored all the time he had given the pussy thus far.


By now my eyes have rolled so far back into my head, at first glance I look like I was dead, but really I was comatose for getting so pleasured by the man I've always treasured, who sent me in a high of emotional as well as physical pleasurable endavours. He continued to lick on me, suck on me, nibble on me, devour me, because I am his favorite meal. He told me before that FUCK forgers waking me up. It's my pussy he wants in his cup lol! I'm the best part of him waking up. He's between my legs for almost an hour, I've come so many times by now I thought it was almost over and then he found a spot in me I didn't know I had and damnit I was back at it again. I heard my voice getting louder as I was screaming his name.
Clawing at the sheets, the head board, anything you could name. As he put out when one more hard orgasm
For the night. All I could remember was that it was September, and what a beautiful night.

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