Monday moaning ...... Make it rain ... Erotic prose poem

Ah...

Tongue slowly lash between moisten folds

Making them wet with the warm spit of your slick saliva

Body sweat

Pressure slowly building up

While your tongue tenderly lash deep between

The center of my womanly blossom

Swirl

Twirl

Dip

Flick

Lick

Sip

My mind now thinking of your pretty dick

Drenching deep inside my pink wick

Stretching

Thrusting

Pushing

Shoving

Trying to reach the means of my watery depths

Thighs contract tight around your head

As tongue sweep deep into the wetness of my neither land

Stomach muscles spasm

As body orgasm

While your tongue lick

Around and on the tip

Of my pink, hard, erect clit

Crying plea tell you to stop

But stop you must not

Not until my body rise, shudder and shake, like it was tasered by a city cop

Then fall into an rapturous orgasmic flop

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