1. Spilling the Sugar


    Date: 11/4/2014, Categories: Erotic Poems, Author: Tranquil, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    Glancing out her kitchen window, His physique so structured, so strong, Her body awaken from its limbo, Sexual hunger hidden for too long. Nipples taunting her with stiffening arousal, Stomach clenching with desire, For something to come from this is doubtful, But she continues to watch as he turns her on fire. Stripping down to his bare chest, He stretched his gorgeous limbs, Toiling in his garden with great finesse, Knowing a little of her sexual whims. He liked to give her an enjoyable show, It helped him smile for the small possibilities, And he felt it was a bit of quid pro quo, As watching her made him loose his facilities. Her breath caught as he lent down with his spade in the ground, Harden ass making her hands tingle with the longing to touch, Her fingers wandered around her chest, tense buds found, Twisting and tugging, pressure building in her tight little crutch. Reaching through her bathrobe finding her bare body, She started to smooth her skin from its goose bumps, Her mind slipping into a sexual desire that seemed so foggy, Hips were full of desire wanting to sensually pump. He heard from afar the soft vibrational sound of her moan, His body reacted with the burning pure white head, Struggling with control as his own anatomy had grown, Wondering how she would look spread out on his sheets. Her fingers slid down her white skin to find her mound, Lightly at first she touches herself with some confidence, Her eyes not really seeing him coming around, As her mind ...
    was internally enjoying imagining his dominance. Standing at her window he now was a witness, Her eyes glazed over as her robe had fallen completely open, Fingers playing ever so gently with her Clitoris, He daren't move, not wanting this moment broken. Opening his fly, his large tool sprang out, He rubbed his cock's head for some relief, Seeing his need building left her with no doubt, She lent her ass against the table not wanting to come to grief. Watching his hands smooth over his rod, She spread her legs and slipped her finger deep inside, Her head whipped back while she gave a deep prod, Hearing his groan, she watched his hands smoothly glide. Spreading her legs wider to ensure he enjoys the show, She slipped a second finger in to fill her some more, He read the frustration on her face as his body wanted to flow, He moved so fast and was straight through the back door. Standing in front of her, he wanted to touch, Her lips gave that mysterious yet guilty smile, Wet fingers slipping from her honey to her mouth was too much, He knelt between her legs and gave to her in style. Shudders racked her body leaving it shaking, Grabbing his hair within her tight fist, His tongue seemed to claw at her internally demanding, She loved this sunny afternoon tryst. Her sweet flowery juices flowing all over his face, She muffled her scream to ensure the neighborhood didn't hear, He bounded to his feet and thrusts hard with his hips in place, Body shuddering for release, should he dear? ...
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