poems ,tongues,sex and cum

blazeman

the twin peaks of mount Vermont

stared at me with glistering alertness

my tongue itches in anticipation, i was aroused

the weight of my black member strained against fabric

as i leaned in to taste of the peak

gently suckling,teasing and probing

her fingers claw my back,pain register vaguely in mind

i was an all consuming pleasure machine

fingers groping,exploring find purchase within vermilion

hot,velvety and wet it envelops me

with its juices dripping through my fingers

its taste, cumly. . . . i wanted more

with the object of my pleasure standing astride

i sank to my knees,parted the succulent thighs

as she straddled my tongue

and her hands reined my head in,more maximum purchase

and the journey starts

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