After dinner and wine she came back to my place,

Her cheeks full and rosey on a delicate face.

She didn’t want coffee she wanted desert,

My fingers explored up her mini skirt.

Her hands unzipped my flies at-last,

Coaxing my nectar from my throbbing mast.

Bobbing down she swallowed the lot,

Gentle pumping coaxing the eager shot.

Her tongue explored every niche of my tool,

Realizing my load in an endless pool.

Swallowing she unzipped her bra,

Her heavenly Bristol’s came well up to par.

I sucked and needed with my tongue,

While my hands explored her shapely bum.

Freeing our clothes I lifted her legs,

Burying it deep with my nine-inch peg.

She squirmed and rode digging her nails,

My groans were mixed with painful wails.

Gripping my baps she pushed me deeper into her glove,

For a second time I released my love.

We were like Siamese twins locked as one,

Sweat drenched bodies to look upon.

She asked if I wanted to go for it doggy style,

But I was as dry as the desert she would have to wait for awhile.

Each week she comes round to ride my pud,

It’s just like endless relief like a biblical flood.