"Are you ready for some morning head?"
We wake up and hold each other tight, I told you I'd give you head.Last night we had an amazing night,We're both comfortable in our bed. As we lay here on our sheets,I'm wanting to suck your cock.I position myself in...
"Do you want to have some fun?"
Tonight we're together, How about some lovemaking? We're each other's lover,My pussy is really aching. I'm wearing my panties made of lace,Your fingers start to roam.You kiss me on my face,We're lovemaking in our home. You kiss me on my...
"Some of the things that get me hot..."
Long legs and short skirtsand a stocking clad thigh.A knowing half smileand a glint in the eye.Cherry red lips andlong nails set to match,as they tease and they touchand they tickle and scratch.Full ripened breastsand proud nipples so pink,that I'm...
"Time is ticking"
When everybody leaves I run upstairs, Grab my Sybian machine. Now it's relaxing time with no cares,I unzip and take off my jeans. Off comes the panties and my shirt,It's time to get naked and ride.Time to ride and start...
"Who can fuck me best?"
This poem only available in Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Valentine's night?Not so! It's mine;An orgy does it right for me!A night of thrusting,Slippery thwopping,In and out and up and down;Fingers poking,Tweaking nipples,Squelching up...
Here’s a tale that happens all over the world About a self-described nasty girl. She walks into a room and all eyes are on her. She never leaves a room without making a stir. Her smile only increases their whispered...
"What Shall We Do?"
Love is in the air tonight, What should we do?We can hold each other tight,And tell each other 'I Love You.' The way to please me,Is to open up my thighs.Please get on your knees,And I shall close my eyes. Little...
"A girl's thanks to her master."
A whispered phrase Caused me to gaze Seeing the glint in your eyes Resistance instantly dies A challenge to raise With moist, warm lips My control tips You take me in deep Never should I sleep Due to the playing whips A...
She lays Like a some lithe Predatory woman alone amongst the leavings of her tattered clothing Thin lace Scents of lilac and sweat and She stirs A slender finger at her mouth She can taste still What little she left...
"and to finger out the hidden mystery"
She turns her head to look behind her, not to urge him to push harder but to watch the rusty face give up the playful smile it plays flesh to flesh starts with eye to eye until the hungry lips...
