CE QU'UN FREAK!!

She awoke, feeling relaxingly groggy

Peering into the mirror, oh what a sight was she

Hair tousled, lips bare of their soft sheen

Lingering scent of man-musk & Burberry permeated bed linens

Sweeping back her raven locks, she just smiled

His sexy soothing quiet storm voice echoing inside her head

Hard to fathom the way her body he had treated

Like an out-of-body experience ... felt so ethereal, surreal

Sat up, bed linens curled about her, musing the past eve’s moments

The earlier phone sex conversation a mere prelude

Growled the nastee acts he’d do, nearly took her breath away

From head to toe and every nook & cranny he’d explore

36D’d nipples in eye-poking mode and pussy wett like Niagra Falls

Sheer anticipation of what wickedness the eve would parlay into

Adorned in aqua blue boyshorts with matching baby tee

Dancin’ in mirror to mix of Adina Howard’s “Tease/Nasty Grind”

Caught up in self-pleasure, aroused by the lyrics

Unawares of the latch key turning . . . or was she

Head slightly cocked as he entered, stood there with a salacious grin

Watched whilst she bent slightly over, hands on hips

Stuck finger in her mouth. . . sucked as if it be his dick

Thought he, darest she know what shall be unleashed tonight

Wasted no time once he moved away from the door

No words uttered as he lifted her off the floor

Pinned against the wall, hands intertwined

Curled those lithe leggs round his waist for support

Her petite frame no match for his gentle strength

She bit his bottom lip, Sucked uponst his chin

Her fat mons venus straddling his burgeoning bulge

The friction overwhelming, panties now soaked from grinding

“Fuck m! Fuck m' koulye! ” she whispered, teeth-sucking his earlobe

Ignored the pleas and slipped betwixt dem aching thighs

Only the cool breeze wisping her throbbing clyt revealed his intent

Deftly came off her boyshorts, talk about having skillz

With an act meant more to shock and arouse versus intimidate

Into his mouth went they, licked and sucked before her eyes

Tossed them over his shoulders, tongue swirling as he licked his lips

Astonishment fell over her face. . . “Ce qu'un freak!!”

Ne’er had she been exposed to such blatant wantonness

Suspense wracked her, wondering what next would transpire

One hand upon her stomach kept her pressed against the wall

The other grasped dem meaty thighs, spreading them wide

Stroked them whilst over his left shoulder she slowly draped one legg

Sexual trepidation invoked earlier. . . turned now to arousal

Ample bosom peeked out from her baby tee, nipples straining fabric

Delectable dew drops of pucce creme glistened. . . body’s betrayal

Sexual sacrifice on his oral altar would she soon become

Trailed one finger in a tantric glide alongst her mons venus

Kiss-fucked her rosebud. . . tongue twirling, teasingly torturous

Back arched, hips dipped. . . gave him full access to dat pucce’d gem

               

Wasted no opportunity, dove deeper. . .nearly touching her g-spot

“Fuck m! pa kanpe!” she cried out in her sultry Creole

As if her petite physique had transformed into one of an Amazon

Python grip constrictions roundst his neck caught him off guard

Tumbled backwards, their arms and legs bracing their fall

On his back now, her hands clenched his smoothly shorn head

Slid back onto his mouth and goatee’d chin, soft hairs a ticklin’

Rode roughshod his face like it was a sybian, holding onto dear life

He peered up, she glanced down. . . her lips pursed, biting them

Wast nary a word uttered as their eyes bespoke all that need be said

Reached behind and open-palm smacked her tight curvy azz

Sting a distraction as he eased one, then two fingers between her cheeks

Enthralled by the brazenness displayed, she couldn’t help herself

“Pi plis, Sèm!” Leaned back, wanted him to push deeper and deeper

Body telegraphed pleasure felt, fucked faster his fingers and mouth

Here wast he turning her out, exposing her inner freak

Surges of carnal electricity coursed throughout, ready to implode

No more could she restrain the ocean of orgasms welling up

Shugawalls Exploding. . . Gushing. . . Squirting. . .    

His tongued tsunami swept away that dismal abyss called abstinence

Collapsed unto his chest, immersed all over in their sex-sweat

Stroked his bald head, slipping her fingers in his mouth

Mattered not her honey cunt d’creme oozed all over them

Leaned in and kissed those most talented of lips

Reveled in her heady succulence, No wonder he stayed down “south”

Ever observant, he chuckled slightly at her reaction

Brushing aside the hair from her face, stroked her cheek

“Ki se sanzatann a kounye a?” uttered he

Glowing. . .she coyly smirked, “Gen okenn kòmantè”

. . .  Gen okenn kòmantè