Click of a key
There is something magical – a mystery.
You hear the click of the key card
As the hotel door releases allowing entry.
Faint colognes waif and fill the air – enticing.
Every one is dressed for the occasion,
Yet lust and wanting are heavy in the room.
The russle of silk sliding off a body exposing
Lace and satin mixed with curves and wet.
The nervous breathing is louder than the talk,
Gasps coming at the sight of well endowed.
I watch enthralled as she discovers him hanging,
Knowing her pleasure is close at hand.
Transformed from lady to wanton slut she begins.
Her pussy is onfire beneath his kiss, wet.
Her first cumming is quick, releasing more.
In screaming pleasure she becomes so hot.
Interested now she can’t wait to be filled.
The big cock is poised at her wet pussy.
Slowly it descends filling her up and she cums.
In thrashing shudders her fantasy is real – filling.
His touch and kisses play with her and her mind.
Glistening his cock is having fun bathed within.
Like a blooming flower she is open, taking more.
Long and black it fills and fucks her completely.
So heavy in her hand, she grips it, wanting.
The taste of her depths and him blend on her tongue.
Contrasting colors forbidden, yet erotic, entwined.
Strangers no longer, intimacy prevails so deep.
I watch her pussy, stretched and full – opening – closing.
Loud convulsions animal like fill the air with scent.
Musky, rich, thick wet, glistening sounds, erotic.
Her eyes and face reveal the contorted pleasure – lost.
How beautiful I think are we made – so much heat.
Reaching, craving, wanting to climb the rod within.
Excited and erotic she becomes wanton, hungry.
Give me cock, lots of cock, fill me, fuck me.
He has met his match, this hung stud and she.
Her pussy is taming him, making her all hers.
Harder still he fucks her and she begs for more.
Finally both cum in spurts of creamy white.
Contracting, gripping, milking his wand, he spurts.
Elixir of the Gods runs out of her, dripping.
She sucks him, licking him clean of wet and thick.
For now my slut is full – appeased and happy inside.
Home again, so wet and hot, I fuck her more.
As if her pussy has a mind of it’s own.
My touch and my kisses lead her on to erotic.
She is my lover, my slut, my everything.
Til next time we play, making fantasies real.
What next, how big, how much does she want ?
The walls are down, erotic and sexy, enticing us.
Mystery unfolds, awaiting – the click of the key.