ridingwild:
she awoke before him
and the sight of his rock hardness
stirred her to slip quietly up his body
lace her fingers in his
and whisper “stay half in dreamland, lover
I’m waking you slow,…”
then she moaned softly
as her body parted
and moaned a wet shiver
as she slid down upon him
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ridingwild:
for some reason this morning
she needed him right there
in her tight-ringed canal
and she wanted him exploding at full depth
so she could feel that silken trickle
seeping out and making her blush and tingle
all through the simmering hours
of her all too proper work day
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