Oh the luscious taste
Of your peach flavored pussy
How it feels upon my tongue
Oh so warm and gushy
Your juices flow into my mouth
Filling to the brim
Rushing down my throat
I look up at you and grin
I slip my tongue through all the folds
Sucking on your clit
But oh how your moans fill the room
When I reach the peach pit
Your legs start to shake
Your body goes numb
You bite down on your lip
You make noises in my ear
As I caress your tit
I slide my fingers into you
Move them in and out
Faster, harder, hard and fast
And then you start to shout
I pull a dildo from the drawer
and shove it in your ass
all lubed up and glistening
faster, harder, hard and fast
On the edge of every climax
I stop and start to tease you
I know just how you like it
And I want to please you
Now you're getting restless
Writhing on the floor
I take the dildo out of your ass
And then you ask for more
I turn on the vibrator
And slide it in your cunt
It shakes as it moves in and out
And then you start to grunt
I lean down to lick you
And tell myself it's time
The Hour of Pleasure's upon us
And it's going to be just fine
You take in a deep breath
Your body shakes in spasms
You stroke your tits and moan a bit
Just before you orgasm
My mouth is filled with peach juice
It tastes so nice and sweet
I lay down next to you and smile
My tactics can't be beat.
Copyright 2003 Wren
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