A poem I wrote last year, or was it the year before? For my Valentine.
Our Loving Fuck
Susana Mayer
Tonight my dear, why not a loving fuck? I shall dress up just for you, my bright red bustier, silk stockings up so high, heels to accentuate the ass you love, feather to awaken your soul.
And you, red silk briefs to match, your bulge anticipating. White socks? Oh no, not tonight dear. I want to lick…….and suck……. each toe, curled tongue darting between the creases, tracing rim of nails, and you, dry orgasm enfolds.
A loving fuck, our eyes to meet, our hands caress, our intent to arouse and tease and tease and tease – No more, No more! Fuck me hard! Take me deep. My soul is on fire.
