Eye-full
A heap of horniness stuck in my pussy,
Waiting for the right hook to cause a flood,
On dark nights,
I wish your touch will calm the rage
And your fingers will stoke the fire of horniness,
Turning it into an orgasm.
His fingers tickled the sensitive parts of my pussy,
My voice unrecognisable by myself
My moans were silent with his shushing
And curling his finger caused a few to get stuck in my throat,
Fucking hell!
My swollen lips were evidence of our hunger,
The passion we try to hide,
The music in the background served as a soundproof system,
Such a loud mouth I have.
My body pressed against his mattress
And his balls hitting my clit causing extra sensitivity,
My body jolting and zapping like a live wire
The energy coursing through him could satisfy me for days,
The feeling stuck in my pussy being melted
Such a fine hook he got;
Managing to pull out orgasms
And my slender fingers grasping onto him for dear life,
I could pass out from the intensity,
He made me melt,
My inside was a hurricane of sensuality
Fuck it!
You match my inner pervert.
Her words were all about how fast,
And how far you drive
Babe, she is in love with you.
You take her to greater heights,
Just like being on the Eiffel.
With her juices she christened you,
You are an eye-full (Eiffel).
