Drown Me
She climbed on top, no words, no grace,
Just hunger dripping from her face.
Her thighs around me, wide and tight,
Her cunt a mess of soaked delight.
She ground down slow, then rocked in deep,
A savage rhythm she couldn’t keep.
“Fuck, I’m close,” she moaned above,
“So fucking close… you make me flood.”
Her pussy pulsed against my lips,
I tongued her folds in greedy sips.
She grabbed my hair and held me there,
Her moans turned wild, stripped and bare.
“I’m gonna squirt, you want it? Say,
You want this flood? You want my spray?”
Her voice was cracked, her hips insane,
Grinding down to ride that strain.
“Open your mouth, don’t you dare pull back,
I’m fucking coming, I’m gonna crack.”
And then she screamed and arched her spine,
As every nerve crossed every line.
She burst, she gushed, a soaking rain,
A sudden flood, a sweet, obscene pain.
Hot and heavy, straight on my tongue,
Pussy convulsing, body undone.
It splashed my chin, it soaked my chest,
She came so hard, she couldn’t rest.
Another wave, another cry,
She pissed that pleasure like she’d die.
And I just drank, I took it all,
Her squirting, filthy, primal call.
She covered me in scent and sin,
Marked me, used me, came again.
“You like that mess?” she gasped, still high,
“You want me leaking till I cry?”
“You want me straddling, losing control,
Drowning your face in what I hold?”
I licked her clit, she jerked, she cursed,
“I’ll fucking flood till your lungs burst.”
And then she squirted, raw and loud,
A fucking storm, and god, so proud.
I swallowed deep, I sucked her dry,
My face a canvas, mouth and eyes.
And when she dropped, breathless and limp,
She kissed me hard, still tasting it.
