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Deeper (2)
by maddy
That first night has been and gone
Of the moment I went deeper in time
He came to me, with hungry lips
And deceitful eyes,
he couldn't refused my come and get me thighs
Waiting, anticipating the moment of his passion
To come into my womb and crush my soul
Waiting for the moment
Of sweet delight, physical, and sexual torment.
As he drew me near,
fire exploded between my thighs
As if in slow motion, I closed my eyes
My clothes ripped from my body
In a vicious way,
as if it was an act of rape
Then a smile came upon my lips,
as I took flight, and escape
Slowly I was moving,
making rude movements with my hips
Moaning, and groaning,
pleasure bubbled up inside, like an intoxicant
Leaving behind me the echoes of my own moaning
His fingers groping and fondling
Those lips between my legs
Making me wet Inside,
Deeper I cried, as his powerful hand slid from view
Into that dark, moist, and wet, wet place
Rope burns on my wrists,
vicious teeth on my tits,
Taking me beyond the limits,and unfolding my needs
I was unable yet to attached my physical self to action
For I was floating in space, and stability was no more
But soon after too much fucking,
and friction and movements
And wetting, my body was moving with the rhythm of being fist fucked
Smiling, smiling between the onslaughts of pain.
My body quivered, squeezing,
commanding the twilight
My cervix expanded inside, as I got on my knees
I was the girl that bent over and took it up the ass
Full anal penetration, in wild and horny porn scenes
He was exploring, communicating,
anticipating, shaking creating my deep anal orgasm
He moved inside me like tidal waves,
moving inside me like titanic
Hitting my crevice walls like an iceberg,
Hobbling about on his cane and hurting in every bone socket
The right side of my body seemed to depart for an instant
Then there was an intense silent scream inside my head,
and I felt myself falling, falling
As I rode towards the fall, again,
and again I went bone hunting with him
In the shadows, was the figure of a riding athlete
The look of infinity in his eyes,
full of such descriptions of space,
mountains, stars, the promise land of milk,
and honey, and pussy juice, and when he was ready to explode,
I quickly grabbed his dick,
biting and stroking, and sucking, and sucking
So horny I was, waiting,
waiting for his creamy orgasm all over my face
Hot so hot, I was, and teaching little boys how to cum,
to the promise land of milk, and honey and pussy juice.
THE END
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