Prajapathi, biting her tit

Then, cupping your boob,
Squeezing its orbit tight,
You brought it towards my mouth,
And in the starless night

I saw the silhouette of you
As you bent towards me,
One hand in that cupping act,
The other, striving to have my member free.

You pushed your tight udder
Forcing it against my lips
That I drew them in with such force
As one let’s the wanton lust as it grips.

Its soft fleshy hardness as it
Hardens into my mouth I drew,
And I felt my dick go stiff
As if to stiffen at such a warm taste it knew.

I groped at your free orb,
Squash it against your chest
And you harden your hold around my dick,
Putting its reflexes to the test.

A shrill, demented cry of a mating cat
Pierces the sky from somewhere there
On a roof somewhere, in a dark shadow,
When you mount me, push me in the snare.

You start steady and slow, and you
Gather strength in pace,
You slide up, slide down,
In a lustful crazy daze.

I bite hard your grain,
Making you gasp and groan,
But, then, surcharged, you ride
Moanful, to the night alone.

tumblr_inline_n1j13yfh231rr6ht5

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s