holding his cheeks in my hands pulling him deep in my mouth
poking his slit with the tip of my tongue
lapping at his precept
slurping all around his puckered mess
listening to my wet mouth slurpon his hard sense
drool running down my chin
his goal swinging away as he talks to my mouth
make him hump my grace
hear me gagging on it
sucking away on his throbbing mock
my cheeks bulging
my prose buried in his tubes
his falls slamming into my thrill
as i slide down to suck on his smooth thorns
all of them in my mouth
swirling them around
I am dripping hard
celine charcoal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stolen-lust/
