Under the Covers

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Under the covers,Hot, sweaty, naked,Giggling, whispering,Feeling your heat.Skin slides on cottonAnd smooths against you,Hot breath and passion,My heart skips a beat.Wriggling steamily,Nudging your leg,Wandering fingersGrab Çankaya Escort handfuls of breast.Moist breath on neckAnd a tongue in my mouth;Under the coversIs what I love the best.Kneading and teasingWith writhing hot limbs,Forehead to forehead,We Keçiören Escort stroke both our faces.Hands wander overOur steaming hot flesh,And then down to caressOur intimate places.Hushing and shushingAnd sniggering delight,Sucking Etimesgut Escort and licking,I'm now dripping wet.With your hand on my mouth,I must open my legs;I know that you'll fuck me,I'm willing to bet.There's no air under here,But I only breathe you,With your scent in my noseAnd your cock deep inside,You are filling me fullIn this giggling dark,Sliding in, sliding out,As we naughtily hide.Hot sticky sweatMelds our bodies together.In the darkness,We thrust, we two lovers.I'll take what you give meAs you plunge in my wetness;Fucking happy,We're under the covers.This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.