The Face Sitting Poem

Three women together on a sensory nightThree smother boxes with heads held tightThree unknown men for them to meetAnticipation in eyes gazing up from their seats-Miss Netball is the first to lift her skirtTight blue underwear ready to flirtRound cheeks and strong muscled thighsConvinced that she is the ultimate prizeThere is no foreplay as she drops into placeThis is about her and her toned embraceArrogant energy flicks through the roomPumping and pounding as her ass seals his tombWow, what power! The box is now lockedWith his only window ominously blockedOn life support, sucking her scentThrough a nose, cruelly crushed and bentFriends look with envy as she crosses her legsOblivious to his muffled panting begsLaughing out loud as she leans and crushesShe bounces and twists, clenches and clutches?He?s so lucky? she laughs with rolling hipsDangerously deep into her he slipsMerciless flesh, too beautiful to careA privilege to be her soft deep chairShe lifts her flared skirt to flirt and showThe red, pained face of the man belowHow dare he moan! She closes her thighsGone is his face and hopeful eyesSoon she forgets him, too wonderful to showIn desperation he ventures a tongue belowHis chance with one of the alpha girlsBut down there, he?s far from her smiles and curlsUp there she?s laughing, beneath waves of silky hairControlling the room with her natural flairBelow is it Ankara Rus Escort lonely for the man in her snareHe wants to talk, to beg for some airShe bores easily and crosses thigh over thighA moan from beneath her, but she doesn?t care whyHer legs have closed on his nose like a viceSnapping shut like a padlock, yet still they enticeShe thrusts her panties against his noseAn elicit secret of this English roseHe kisses back with longing eyesAs her arousal, and even her compassion riseShe opens her legs to gently touchThe dazed man held in her damp clutchWith the briefest of smiles she nuzzles in tightCovers him with skirt and settles in for the nightHe beams as her panties become beautifully wetThen pulled aside, her nakedness in silhouetteGone is her conceit, now a gentle loverHer cheeks expressing love through smother-Pale Skin with Pimples and trembling with nervesPity for the poor man condemned to serveHumbled by her curves and old worn pantiesFor the poor soul beneath, she?s a one-girl vigilanteShe hovers nervously above the lucked-out guyFolds of female flesh threatening to applyShe gradually sinks, afraid he will moanAt her hideous punishment and fear of the unknownHer weight deadlocks the box, and it creaksAs cheap fabric pulls tight between her cheeksPale skin freezes as she hears a scrapThe wooden Yenimahalle Escort jail from which he may never escapePoor guy, how long should she sit?She looks at her friends, they are fit she?d admitHis nose is pushing deep, but she mustn?t enjoyAt the expense of the freedom of this wretched boyBut no cries of disgust only a gentle throbbing rhythmFrom inside the confines of her cruelly imposed prisonIt feels like his lips are trying to pleaseAnd her hips are longing to return the squeezeHis nose brushes her with an elicit tingleElectricity for a girl who is singleShe treats him by slowly rocking her hips?Fuck? she trembles as she feels his lipsFemale flesh and a tight mask of cottonHiding the man, the world has forgottenHer unloved folds press with unyielding mightNo intention of freeing her captive tonightHe copies her beat and that makes her smileBreathing her scent, happy to be defiledIt feels wonderful to have this man?s attentionAs he languishes in inescapable detentionThis is fun, they have a connectionWith pure gravity preventing defectionPale skin closes her thighs to jealously protectThe loving lips that probe and can?t disconnectShe feels she knows him, so she won?t releaseThe aroused and doting man trapped in her creaseFacesitting this man is filling a voidDelighted at last that she is being enjoyed-Silk Panties is eager, new to this gameSmooth shiny fabric clinging with no shameHer legs part hungrily as she releases downBeneath her a muffled ?hi? and then no soundHer pink chiffon skirt flutters into placeHiding her posterior?s overpowering embraceAbove, her voice is a singing liltBelow, a world of illicit silkStrapped down by her panty seamSuch innocence, yet this girl?s wet dreamHer lingerie slips to the side, skin on skinShe rocks on her crush, desperate for him to go inMaybe he can?t reach, she slides and bendsHer trembling abductors push and extendHer damp arousal is impossible to forget?Kiss me or else,? her unsaid threatHer hand is unsteady, her wine glass shakingSteamy female crotch pulsing and achingLonging for the touch of his gentle lipsHeld helplessly beneath her glowing hips?Wow? she mouths as he tenderly licksHot skin pushes down to further constrictNow glued together with her perspirationHer aroused lust pulsing like radiationWith her writhing hips thrusting full tiltHer fingertips fumble and pull back the silkInside its stifled and airless and herRational thought gone in a blurShe climaxes and sits still with a blushThis man most definitely crowned her new crushStill no release from his inescapable caveHe?s kissing and licking and will remain her slave?I love skin to skin contact? she smiles with dreamy lipsHer curves arching down to cute narrow hipsThe warmth and connection make her feel alive and freeSitting on the sealed box where she is the key-?Let?s sit tight and enjoy them some more?Her friends nod, there is much to exploreSome boxes creak but remain firmly pressedWith their women in various states of undress