Sunday, February 18, 2007

Make That Three

His tongue tickles down her stomach,
Stopping only to taste her.
His breath is hot,
Against her skin.
He moves slowly,
Lower and lower.
Now, he is there,
She starts to sigh.
His finger and tongue,
Meet at her clit.
One finger slides in,
Mmmm, your wet.

Gently sucking her in,
Between his lips.
A light nibble,
So wet she starts to drip.
Her taste is delicious,
Almost a delicacy.
Her scent is heaven.
His tongue is warm,
He spills not,
Savoring every drop.
Anticipates the full drink.
Here she cums,
Her hands grabs his hair.
Pulling him closer,
Grinding against his face.

One wave crashes,
Here’s another.
Her voice travels,
His tongue savors.
Her grip is tight,
He squeezes her ass.
She cums again,


Make that three.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I hope he got his too...

Kitty's Tiger said...

Flat: His is tomorrow and maybe if he's lucky Tuesday also. Thanks for coming by. Trying something new Kitty showed me for tomorrow. I hope it works.

Kitty said...

grinding against his face.... very arousing!

Kitty's Tiger said...

Kitty: Yes you are, truly arousing.