Sunday, April 29, 2007
Your hands are tangled in my hair,
Gripping the back of my head,
As you press me further onto your cock.
My throat accommodates you.
My moans encourage you,
As you slowly begin to thrust.
Praising me for the pleasure I give you,
While using my mouth like a toy.
You pull your cock free,
Allowing me a short breath
The lust in my eyes begs you back.
Wanting the violation.
Enjoying being your toy.
Your cock sinks into the wetness again.
My throat constricts around the head.
My hair wrapped around your hand,
Provides you the control,
I freely give to you,
As you use my willing lips.
Violate my wet mouth.
Listening to the sounds of sex.
The slick wet sounds of the thrust.
The gagging moan that urges you on.
You take yourself to the edge of pleasure,
Allowing me but a small sample
Of the sweet taste of your lust.